#so i'm looking at different breeds to see what would suit me best but it rlly comes down to The Dog

[ratspider]

i have literally never been a dog person but lately i've been hit with What If I Got A Dog and it's rockin my world to be quite frank with you

[hmmm-shesucks]

Once the foxes become more comfortable with each other, they begin to nag. Mostly little things, usually humorous things. They nag on Nicky for being too forward sometimes. They nag on Neil for his horrible life habits. They nag on Dan for her mother henning. They nag on Kevin for everything. It's fun, it's what families do. They all just pick on each other for fun.

It takes a little longer for them to feel comfortable nagging Andrew though, which, is understandable, but one of the first things they start picking on him for is his lack of communication in general. He NEVER talks. They just want him to participate sometimes.

Renee and Neil find this funny because Andrew talks A LOT just not around the foxes. He's not comfortable.

See, Andrew is fucking weird. Everyone knows this, but the foxes think he's weird in a “mysterious, murder you in your sleep, was totally the kid everyone thought was going to shoot up the school” kind of weird.

Andrew is not that kind of weird. He's a different breed entirely. He plans out how he'd survive the apocalypse, any of them. He is constantly fighting back the most wild intrusive thoughts. He is 24/7 existential crisis. His head is a wild fucking place.

But he is trying. Making progress. Trying to be more open and approachable, as Bee says. So he talks. Out Loud.

And the foxes hate him.

In the most monotonous voice ever

“Do you ever feel like your bones are dirty? Like, I could totally strip my meat suit and just give my ribs a good bleaching.”

“If that light fell out of the ceiling it would kill at least three of you and seriously injure the rest of us.”

“Nothing is stopping me from buying five ice cream flavors at once, but I'm learning self-control and Bee would be disappointed.”

“Currently having a manic episode. Should I A.) call Bee, tell her I'm not doing too great, and talk about my symptoms and how to best cope? B.) find the nearest mall and spend every dime I have in less than thirty minutes. Or C.) go apeshit and try to fight anyone and everyone who looks at me in a less-than-kind way. Children included.

*stage whisper* there's a secret fourth option but I'm saving it for later ;) (pronounced Semicolon left facing open parentheses. Yes he says this out loud)”

disappears for less than five minutes and comes back with three furrbies and a corndog, one that is obviously not from the mall's food court.

He's so fucking weird. Like, weirder than Neil, and it's awful (so good dude, the foxes eat it up)

And it's not the manic Andrew on meds. It's just Andrew. He's still Andrew. He's still quiet most of the time and he is still grumpy and apathetic, but he's also comfortable enoughto just blurt random shit out and have fun watching everyone figure out how to respond. He's found safety in his new family and he can openly be who he is without fear of judgment or rejection. He's happy in a way he's never felt nor ever thought he'd get to experience. He's just Andrew.

[cheriladycl01]

Kinktober 29/10/2024 Logan Sargeant- CreamPie

Plot: Logan wants to try something new but is embarrassed to ask…

Warnings Kinktober, SMUT, blow job, handjob, fingering, p in v, mentions of breeding? sort off, sex, cream pie etc 18+ Minors DNI

Logan was pretty vanilla when it came to your guys' sexual activities. But you'd been dating for so long considering he was your childhood best friend turned lover that you'd sort of fallen into a routine.

Both with seeing each other around work and how it all sort of just fell into place with you two despite how busy your lives both were. However, recently Logan had been wanting more from you.

Not in a bad way, more like a move forward in your relationship sort of way, which is why when he found the perfect moment and intimate proposal was had.

But there was something more and he couldn't come to you with it as the idea was very embarrassing to him. He didn't even know if he was happy to have kids yet, but he wanted to cum in you, see it fall out and stuff it back inside you.

He wasn't stupid either he knew the potential consequences that could occur if he was to do something like that. And that's when he was debating of he was one of THOSE people that get off on the idea of breeding their super hot girlfriend and what he knew would be future wife.

Or maybe he just wanted … a cream pie.

He took a night where he knew you guys were both free. He didn't want to make it obvious something different was happening. So he didn't make a big deal out of dinner. You guys ordered a takeaway that he chose, Chinese, of course. He kept the movie lowkey and as the credits rolled he rubbed a hand up your thigh.

A tell tale sign to you that it was time for you guys to 'get ready for bed' which normally entailed some kind of sex in the bedroom of en-suite before showering and doing facials and getting into cozy pyjamas and cuddling in bed before falling asleep.

A grin came onto your face as you jump up at the excitement for the time of day reaching out for his hand. However he recoils it shyly. He walks ahead of you nervously rubbing his hands together scared to bring up the idea to you.

Once your both in the safe place that is the bedroom you sit him down on the bed, making Logan almost hit his head in frustration for how obvious he was being.

"Logan? What's up baby?" you ask him taking his hand and get him to look you in the eyes.

"This is a safe place, between you and me right?" he asks nor breaking contact and he immediately regrets the stupid question when he sees the hurt flash across your face that he even insinuated he felt like it wasn't or hadn't been.

"Sorry stupid question, i kind of me like ... argh im going to say this wrong and upset you again" he frets putting his head into his hands and shaking it trying to come up with the right words.

"Take your time honey, its okay. You can tell me whatever is on your mind" you say rubbing his thigh comfortingly.

"Okay, we've been together a long time right?" he asks making you giggle from the very obvious statement he had made. He shoots you a serious look making you stop and pull an imaginary zip across your lips as you continue to watch him.

"Well, I want to try something new, when it comes to us being intimate" he offers and you smile, not saying anything to let him continue but just to let him know your hearing and understanding him.

"Iwanttocomeinsideyou" he blurts out and you give him a confused look not really understanding him.

"Baby, I didn't get that... what did you say?!" you ask cocking your head to the side as if to hear him better.

"I want to cum inside you. I don't know why, I'm still trying to understand it but I just know it's something I want to do" he explains and you nod, thinking for a second.

"Please say something you are scaring me" he asks with a nervous laugh.

"Well why don't we find out what you like about it now and together it can be like our little secret" you offer with a small smile and pat of his thigh.

"Wait really, but you know what would happen if ... you know" he says and you laugh again.

"I did sex ed Log, I'm not stupid. Yes i know the consequences but maybe we shouldn't be seeing the as that and maybe see it as more of … an opportunity?" you ask and his smile brightens up.

"Are you saying what i think you're saying?" he asks with a hopeful look.

"Look i have no idea if we're ready but we've been together for so long and i cant see myself enjoying life with anyone other than you so its bound to happen eventually, if it happens now … then it does, if it doesn't then nothing changes. Lets take the gamble" you smile running your hand further up his thigh.

In seconds your pulled on his lap as he hikes himself up the bed, his knee catching you clothed clit making you moan at the pressure added.

"So beautiful" he groans into the kiss. You take his dick out of his sweats and you hand runs up and down, your intention was to make him hard but you were surprised to find he was already pretty much fully there, it jolting against his stomach. His hand finds your own sweats feeling and rubbing you through them as you work on his dick, having to stop every now and then when he rubs the perfect spot.

"Such a good girl" he groans as you bend over taking his tip in your mouth sucking and licking anywhere you could while he continues to rub you. When he gets close enough you pull off, he pulls your own sweats down, getting them completely off before you straddle him, facing the opposite direction.

You felt this would be the best position for him, especially if it was the cumming inside aspect that he wanted to test and see if it turned him on.

He rubs along your lips, his finger finding your hole helping to stretch you out. Two large fingers entered working their way in against you're spongey walls that clamped down against his fingers.

He toyed with you for a bit, slowing down and picking up again.

You reach through your spread legs to his dick where you start to pump it before holding it close to your entrance. You sink down on him, before letting him sit inside you for a second both grasping the feeling of the rawness of each other.

You'd both never felt it bare, always some rubber latex in between you both. It was safe to say, for both of you condoms were most definitely off the table after this.

"Oh fuck" you breathe out in shock at the feeling.

"Oh god baby, tell me why we've never done this" he chokes out from behind you as he feels you clench around him.

"No clue" you moan out, both you hands finding rest on his legs before you start to bounce, leaning forward to get those perfect angles.

And Logan's mind was pretty much gone, only thoughts of you and how delicious you looked from this angle.

"Fuck babygirl, so beautiful keep going" he moans as his head is thrown back, he grabs your hips, fingers pawing at the flesh and your love handles.

Now looking down he could see some white rings of your shared arousal building at the base of his dick making him moan out and starting to thrust rapidly in and out of you trying to meet your bounces but ultimately just focusing on the sheer amount of pleasure he's experiencing right now and he can feel you are too from how your clenching with a vice grip around him.

"Gonna cum" you cry out, hair falling over your shoulder as it swings down.

"Argh god me too" he moans just before he spills inside of you, you following shortly after. He sits up, propping a second pillow behind him as he pushes you forward lightly a soft sigh coming from you as you feel him slip out. He watches as his cum oozes out, your hole flexing around nothing.

"Fuck" he moans and his dick is back in his vision now no longer soft and spent but hard and hungry for more. He pushes the cum there back in holding you there just seeing you flinch from the overstimulation and flutter around him as he forces his way back in.

"This... i think we might need to go again. Experimental purposes of course" he groans before your left for round two.

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[affectionatecorpse]

Okay so I see some people are debating what the monster from Still Wakes the Deep is. I'm inspired by the support from my Death Angel post, so I'm gonna try giving an analysis. Now science is not my strong suit, I'm much better at zoology, but here we go.

Of course, spoilers ahead!

So, the entity comes to light in act one. While Caz is being yelled at by his power drunk boss, Rennick, a worker going by the name Gibbo calls up to say there's an issue with the drill, something highlighted earlier by another worker. Rennick orders the drilling anyway, and thus begins the nightmare, as the drill seems to unearth and awaken a destructive parasite out for revenge. But I don't think that's as deep as it goes, pun intended.

Let's say, the creature is a parasite. A form of near sentient bacteria, though take that description with a grain of salt, I'm no scientist. Parasites simply cannot live on their own. That's an objective fact. They need a host. They exist within another for survival and breeding purposes, and multiply and spread through the body of another.

Parasites, bacteria and even fungi can live underground for years, and have been discovered to do so. Ancient lifeforms have been discovered just under the surface of earth, let alone deep underneath the ground and in the bottom of our oceans, one of the most complex and diverse biomes that our current science has barely scratched the surface of. It's highly likely this creature is a self replicating bacteria or parasite that was unearthed by the drill, and took up new hosts to survive in this change of environment.

But not every host worked. You can see half transformed, mutilated bodies everywhere, and some that haven't even changed at all. These bodies could not support the parasite and shortly died.

However, a few select hosts DID end up surviving; Gibbo, Muir, Rennick, Addair and Trots. It's unclear what sets these people apart from the others, and I don't know enough about this topic to claim an answer. But I certainly do think these folks died soon into the transformation, and are not fully conscious in the body. They frequently repeat terms and phrases, and never say anything you might expect from an entity possessing them, implying it's borrowing words and sentences that have been said by the host before, in other circumstances.

The entity plays with Caz's memories and definitely the others' too, though not all of them good. It wouldn't be a surprise to realise that's where it's getting information about it's host, as it reads the memories inside the brain to learn faces, names, and even the host's personality. Which makes me wonder, does it even realise what it looks like? Does the creature itself actually realise it's a parasite? Or does it completely and fully believe it is the person it's connected itself to? It almost downloads their personality and tries to pretend like everything is completely normal.

Let's talk about arguably the best monster (in my opinion), Muir. Muir moves about the area he frequently worked as what I assume was an engineer. He roams the familiar ground, almost unsure of why he's by himself. He often calls out to his coworkers, wondering out loud why they're treating him like he's different. Sure, this could be the real Muir's consciousness slipping in and out of the seams, but it's highly unlikely he would still be alive. Much like the zombie fungus, as it's often called, the host is not alive when the fungus is controlling it, and is merely a puppet. If the spiders it was corrupting could talk, I daresay, they'd be acting like them. Taking their place in the world, even if they don't realise it.

But every animal needs to eat. And eventually, that body is going to run out of tasty, tasty neurons. Like I said earlier, a parasite needs to spread. It'll breed, then spread to another to keep it's species alive. By infiltrating a 'pack' of animals, it will take anything to spread to the others. Which is exactly what the parasite does whenever it sees another human. Either that, or it will consume them, theoretically to feed the host so it stays alive, while keeping those tasty, tasty neurons for itself. You can almost see this process with Innes, as the elevator ascends without him, and you just faintly see Muir doing something in the distance. Likely consuming him for nutrients, as he was not connected to the parasite yet.

Next, there's Addair.

Addair, much like Muir, patrols familiar ground. Even though Addair himself wasn't even in that area when the drill struck. Now Muir was actively in that familiar space in the beginning, and it's safe to assume that's his place of transformation. But Addair was eating in the cafeteria when the incident happened, not deep down in the engine. Did he go down when the impact happened, while Caz was unconscious? Maybe. But the lights were fine then, and the engine wasn't the problem, so he didn't need a reason to. Plus, he doesn't seem like the type to be work dedicated, more inconvenience dedicated. Considering what I said about the parasite (badly) taking their place in society, did it go to his place of work after detecting that as his 'natural environment', per se?

Plus, unlike Muir, who greets the situation with quotes of confusion, fear and anxiety, Addair is instantly aggressive. Even an asshole like Addair is likely to panic if conscious in this situation, so the nervousness was Gibbo and Muir exclusive. But Addair and Rennick become immediately angry upon seeing Caz, as they actively disliked him in life, and so the parasite processes him as a foe to it's host. I thought that was neat.

Now another take I have admittedly heard from several other people, but I thought was worth mentioning. The monsters are incredibly similar to sea creatures. Which means this underwater bacteria was possibly leaking out already, and transforming our animals, not enough to completely corrupt them, but enough to twist their bodies. Think of the appearances of deep, deep sea creatures, such as the anglerfish. Isn't it possible this parasite was responsible for their uncanny appearance, in this universe? Muir especially looks like a spider crab, or perhaps even a bigfin squid.

Which again, is a deep sea creature. Rennick also reminds me of a blobfish once removed from the pressure of the deep sea. Addair seems very jellyfish-like, but may be something else very... tick-like. And even Trots gives me major merfolk vibes, with how untouched his torso is in comparison to his lower half.

This parasite could have been feeding off the neurons and breeding through our very ecosystem as the ground slowly gave away above it. The drill unearthing the source likely gave it a burst of control as so much energy was released at once, hence why it was so fast to literally spiral out of control.

But Scotland, by all means, is not the only place in the world connected to the ocean. Sure, they destroyed this batch, but other forms of this parasite live on elsewhere on earth. And the explosion may not have even destroyed it. It definitely would've destroyed the host bodies, yes, but certain bacterias can survive impressive damage, even heat hot enough to burn off human flesh. We'd best hope this is not one of those bacterias.

I didn't really get as far with this observation as I did with other horror studies, but I had fun nonetheless! Like I said, I'm really better with zoology (hence the sudden enthusiasm when I started on sea creatures), but I loved Still Wakes the Deep SO much that I just wanted to write down my thoughts. If you have any other theories, feel free to add them!

Also if I used your pictures/gifs and you would like me to add credit, I am so so sorry, I will absolutely add that as soon as you say so, I just got most of these off Google and couldn't find most the original sources. So yeah if you'd like me to add your name and mention, or you want me to remove it in general, feel free to just say and I'll add it, I don't bite I promise. Well... I won't bite YOU.

Sorry sorry, had to make a zombie reference--

[gremlin-girly]

Flufftober 20

Alt 2: "I hate it." / "No, you don't."

Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x Reader

Tags/Warnings: FLUFF, swearing (it's Ran). established relationship,

Summary: Going to a charity gala, Ransom despises the tie you've gotten him. Word Count: 626 words

A/N: Sorry to all dog lovers (myself included) and no hate to Paul Smith for the inspiration of the dog tie (here). Also sorry it came after a lil Scratch the dog fic! - Love, Grem x

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"I hate it."

"No, you don't."

You sigh, biting back a smile as you straighten your boyfriend's new tie. He'd promised he'd wear whatever tie you got him, so long as it was designer. He'd said he didn't care what tie, so long as it was designer.

And, oh, it was designer alright.

One hundred and twenty pounds (or one hundred and fifty-five US dollars and seventy-eight cents) worth of fabric embroidered with multiple different breeds of dog.

Hugh Ransom Drysdale hated dogs.

"It's Paul Smith," You say coolly, smoothing the tie down. You can tell Ransom is seething by the rise and fall of his chest and you know damn well he's glaring daggers at you.

"It's fuck ugly is what it is," He hisses back at you, his own large hands inspecting the tie. You take a cautionary glance up to see him frowning at the tie and then glancing to the mirror with a worried expression.

"Ooh now don't say that," You coo mockingly and swiftly turn your back to him before he can catch your grin. You knew he'd hate it. That's why you'd bought it. He'd royally pissed you off two weeks ago when you were planning for the event in typical Ransom fashion; blowing you off and being a selfish prick as per usual. You loved your boyfriend - but sometimes he got on your damn nerves and this time, you weren't willing to let it go.

You picked up the small square box on the chair in front of you, handing it to Ransom with a smile.

"Here," You chirp, handing him the box. "I got this for you too."

Ransom balked as he opened the box, finding a matching pocket square for his tie.

"No..." He says quietly, looking up at you in disbelief. "Please don't make me wear this."

You bite back a laugh, trying your best to pout at him sweetly. "You promised, Ran."

Ransom's eyes scanned your sweet face. He had promised and there was no manipulation he could use to wriggle his way out of it. He checked his watch. The taxi would be here in five minutes. There was no time to change and you would be mad at him all night for breaking his promise. He'd have to suffer through it for you.

Oh, the things one does for love.

Ransom sighs, folding the pocket square into his suit jacket and giving a dejected look into the mirror as he gives himself one final once-over. Every time his eyes got drawn to the tie he wanted to rip it off.

You watch his internal turmoil proudly, folding your arms across your chest and admiring him. You inch slowly in the direction of the door.

"You look good," You reassure him.

"I always look good," He quips, adjusting the tie a third time. "I'll help you organise the gala next time. I'm... sorry I left it all to you."

You blink for a moment. Ransom never usually apologises. You narrow your eyes at him, now half sticking out of the door.

"You're not getting out of wearing it." You say cautiously.

"I'm not." Ransom huffs and rakes a hand through his hair. "Genuinely, I'm sorry."

The way he's looking at you confirms it and your smile softens your features. You're silently kicking your shoes off from behind the door and Ransom is starting to look at you quizzically.

"Thanks honey," You gush, excitement brewing in your chest as your bare feet touch the floor of the large house. "Promise you won't do it again?"

Ransom smiles and then nods. "Promise. I was an ass."

"You were." You agree and laugh at the frown he gives you. "But, do you mean it? About helping me next time?"

"I do." He places his hand over his heart and winces as if the tie hurt him. "Scout's honour."

"Good," You smirk. "You can help pick out an outfit and tie tomorrow... Because if you'd been paying attention, you'd know the Gala is next week."

Ransom's smile drops and you can only hear him yelling after you as you bound down the long hallway in your bare feet. Ransom Drysdale may be smart but you were always smarter. Always one step ahead of him; the only person he'd be less selfish for and all the more foolish. He couldn't help but grin, tugging the tie from around his neck as he chased after you and discarding it somewhere he couldn't care less about, thinking about how much he loved you and how he couldn't wait to get his hands on you and get his own back.

[taurusgoddess99]

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

I posted this on mobile so if it’s a little wonky I’m sorry :(

Trigger Warning for non-con, slapping, breeding, cheating, handcuffs! Please be nice to me im just starting to write again ❤️ Reader uses she/her pronouns and has a vagina

Her legs cross and uncross with nervousness on the hotel bed. The hotel she was staying in was expensive and something that she would never be able to afford.

But he could afford it.

He had booked the penthouse suite just for them. Just for their little meeting as he liked to call it. Two friends meeting up in a hotel room with his wife not knowing? Yeah right, she knew the real reason why she was here.

The high heels that he had purchased felt heavy on her feet almost as if they were weighing her down. The soft material of the dress (that he also paid for) barely covered her ass and she was glad that she was sitting. He knew what he was doing when he sent her all of this stuff. The dress and shoes cost thousands of dollars together! She didn't even want to factor in the diamond choker wrapped around her neck or the fancy lingerie that she had on underneath.

Yes, this was just a little meeting, between friends. Nothing else.

The door opened and closed and she sat up straighter on the bed. Her hands were folded on her lap as she heard his footsteps get closer. Her purse was left behind on the counter in the kitchen. He knew she was there.

She stands when she hears him getting closer to the bedroom. Her nerves are getting the best of her. Her legs shake with each step he takes. He's leaning against the door before she knows it. Her fingers are fiddling around her wrist when she finally looks up at him.

“Hi.”

“Hey beautiful. Why do you look so nervous?”

His eyes traced over the swells of her breasts, pushed up to perfection in that tight dress. He knew she would look down right delectable in it.

“No reason.”

She swallowed as he came closer to her. He was so handsome and her type. She was always so weak when it came to men with brown eyes. His hair was styled impeccably and looked just as perfect as the rest of him. His wife was one lucky bitch.

“Relax, baby, come here.”

She tensed when his hands came in contact with her bare shoulders. They were so large and warm such a difference to the rest of the bedroom. The thin straps of her dress was flimsy compared to the rest. She was a mess under his intense gaze.

“Tony, we shouldn't.”

He presses his lips against her racing pulse point. She shudders in his grasp and let's out a small whine. She wants him and he knows it. He knew it that night when they met at the bar.

“I think we should, baby. I'm here and you're here…”

His hand trailed up her thigh and came in contact with the lace from the lingerie. He had a thing for lace, she learned, after he accidentally sent her that lingerie catalogue or maybe that wasn't an accident.

“...and you got on this nice lace number and you don't think we should?”

“You're married!”

The words die out on her lips when he grabbed her ass. He spun her around to face him. Her hands pressed against his chest as she squirmed in his embrace.

“I'm married not dead.”

He spread her ass cheeks and squeezed them together again. His hips grinded against hers while he grabbed her wrists.

“But you're not married to me!”

He pushed her down on the bed. She let out a yelp as he propped her ass up for him to see. The skirt of the dress had flopped up exposing her ass and her lower back.

“Tony! Get up!”

“I'm afraid I can't do that, baby.”

He pulled out the handcuffs that he had hid in his back pocket. He knew that she would be into this type of thing. He could smell it on her. He could smell that kinky little bitch that was so desperate to be released.

Her head jerked up when the cool metal of the handcuff bit into her skin. She let out a gasp and tried to pull away her hands but it was too late. He had both of her hands cuffed and she was left helpless under his body.

“Uncuff me, Tony. What are you doing? Why-you have a wife! And a kid! You shouldn't be wasting your time with me!”

He grabbed a pillow and pushed it up under her hips. She wiggled back and forth trying to get away from his grasp, but her attempts were useless. He stepped back from the bed to watch her. She was his favorite work of art that he could stare at all day. She was more spectacular than the moon and the stars combined. She was his. He was going to make that known to her and everyone else after tonight.

He watched her ass jiggle with every move she made. She was his delicious little seductress that he was going to enjoy.

“I've been thinking about you like this every since I saw you at that bar. You are the most beautiful woman I've ever seen.”

His fingers pressed into the damp spot on her panties. He could feel her arousal dripping out of her and soaking the thin material even more. He knew that she was a little slut from the get go.

“You’ve been telling me that we shouldn't do this yet you're laying here soaked?!”

He brought his hand down harshly on her ass. She cried out from the sting of the slap and tried to pull away. He held her hips still as he bent down between her open legs. She was in a haze while he ripped the lace panties from her body.

“Look at this little pussy! Did you shave just for me?”

He heard a muffled response and spread her legs a little more. His thumbs spread her pussy lips. He was entranced by her swollen clit and the juices covering her most private part.

“I haven't touched a woman in over a year. After, Pepper had the baby she won't let me touch her. She's so mean now and all I want is this…”

He leaned forward and breathed in her scent.

“You're here and you're ripe and you're so ready for my cock. You tried to hide your glorious pussy from me but I finally got it. Got you.”

His tongue delved into her slick folds burying himself in her clenching pussy.

“Tony…”

His name spilled from her lips like a sigh. Like she was in heaven. He propped her hips up a little more and suckled her clit into his mouth. She was pushing back for more. Her juices were flowing down and into his mouth. He groaned before he pulled away and unbuckled his pants.

“Need more, buttercup? You gonna let me fuck you?”

“No! You have a wife!”

He sighed before standing up. The glow of his arc reactor lit up the room. She was rocking on the pillow. Her juices were soaking the pillow under her as she humped it for a little bit of friction against her clit.

The sound of the handcuffs clinking catches his attention. Her hands were clawing at the sheets while she was trying to gather enough momentum to crawl away.

“Baby, just relax and enjoy this. It's just me and you here. Me and your fuckable pussy.”

His voice trailed off as he pulled at the straps of her dress. They buckled under his hands after a second of pulling and the fabric fell from her body. Her tits were out for him to see and he salivated at the thought of sucking on them. For a second, he could imagine her growing big with his baby and just tasting the delicious milk that she would produce the closer she got to her due date…

Those types of fantasies were for another time.

His hands wrapped around her body. His fingers tweaked her erect nipples causing tears to fill her eyes. Her mouth fell open when he pulled on one and pinched the other. The sensations were so different yet so fucking good. Her body was starting to shake under his ministrations. Her mind was clouded by thoughts of him and only him. She couldn't shake the fact that he was married away but before she could say anything he shifted away from her.

She wanted to whine about the warmth of his hands being took away in the cold hotel room, but maybe he had decided this wasn't going to happen. Maybe, he had decided to go home and work things out with Pepper. Her thoughts were interrupted when the bed sunk under his weight and he was squeezed in right between her thighs.

He grinded against her. The cool button of his pants got caught along her entrance. It was a bizarre feeling that had her shuddering and pressing her face deeper into the pillow. The handcuffs were biting into her skin and she knew that she would have bruises tomorrow. It was a moment of calm as he pulled down his pants and pulled out his cock. She hoped that he would come to his senses and stop the nonsense. She was just some girl he had met at the bar a couple of weeks ago. This shouldn't be happening!

He entered her with one fluid stroke. Her back arched and her jaw dropped. He was way bigger than she was expecting. His hips were flush against her ass while he allowed her to adjust. She was so wet for him that he didn't even need to prep her. His little kinky slut. He would have to show her how much he appreciated her later.

He leaned down over her back and his lips brushed against the shell of her ear.

“Look at you, such a little slut, taking a married man's cock like it's yours.”

She whimpered as she kept her head buried in the pillow. She didn't want to see his face and have to acknowledge her shame. She wanted Tony Stark to fuck her. To make her his personal little fuck toy and use her whenever he felt like it. She knew that's what she wanted that night she approached him at the bar. How many times had she fucked herself with her own fingers or toys thinking about him?

His hand wrapped into her hair and lifted her head up. She yelped at the pain that exploded from the action and he watched her face as he pulled out leaving only the head of his cock in her. He looked back to see his cock covered in her nectar. She was already trying to push back for more but he held her still. He wanted this moment to be special for them. A moment he could look back on when they were vacationing in Bora Bora in a couple of months.

He slammed back into her without abandon. Her toes were curling and she was kicking. A sharp cry had left her throat, beads of sweat was forming on her body, and she was already so close to cumming. A shame really, but he couldn't complain. He would just have her again and again and again…

She was filled to the brim with Tony Stark. He was stretching her, filling her, in a way that she had ever experienced before. He was like a lightning bolt that stroke her body and changed her in some way. She didn't know how she lived without him before.

He was so good. Each stroke hit that spot inside of her and had her screaming out for him. Her body was on fire and she felt like she was flying. It was an odd feeling to describe, but that she felt alive. More alive than she had felt in years.

“You're screaming for a married man's cock, darling, won't you just telling me to stop because of that earlier?”

With each push of his hips, he sent her closer and closer to her orgasm. His hand abandoned her hair and wrapped around her throat. Her cuffed hands gripped a pillow that was within her reach. She could feel the coil in her stomach pulling tighter and tighter. White hot heat was spilling over her spent body as he fucked her like his life depended on it.

“Don't you dare cum. You will regret it if you do.”

His words doesn't make any sense and she cries out into the pillow. Her orgasm hits her like a freight train. Her body is tensed as wave after wave of orgasmic bliss rolls over her. She's barely coming back to herself when he grabs her by the hair again. He jerks her head up and she whines pitifully into air. His hand slaps her face once, twice, three times before he let's her fall back into the pillow.

Her cheek is burning from his abuse. She's sure it's going to be red tomorrow or even bruised. She doesn't have time to breathe because his thrusts are more brutal than before.

“You stupid bitch! I tell you not to cum and you do anyway? Can you not comprehend a simple direction?”

He's shoving her further up the bed with every thrust. Tears are streaming down her face from overstimulation, or maybe her feelings are hurt from his harsh words but his fingers are on her clit before she has time to think. He's rubbing harsh circles on the sensitive bud and he's hitting the spot just right and her vision is blurring and fading before she even has a chance to tell him.

Her second orgasm tears through her body. She let's out an unintelligible shout that Tony couldn't even begin to decipher. Her pussy is squeezing him just right and he cums in her with no second thoughts. His hips twitch with the aftershocks of his orgasm and he doesn't pull out until he knows all of his cum is filling her.

He pulls out to watch their mixed fluids spill out of her abused cunt. He gathers the excess fluids on his finger and forces it back into her pretty little hole. He groaned in satisfaction as he collapsed beside her on the comfortable bed. She's dozing off and still shaking from their activities.

“I hope I fucked a baby into you. That would be nice.”

He trails his fingers over the exposed skin of her back while she shook her head.

“Tomorrow is a new day for us. I already have your room ready at Stark Tower and we're going to be so happy.”

The only response he gets is her wrists pulling at the handcuffs. He figures that tomorrow is a new day and she'll be more accepting of what they have then. At least, he hopes she will.

[imwall-e]

WHAT YOU WANT

Pairing : Angel or Demon! Bucky x Reader

Warning : reader can’t get pregnant, ex-boyfriend cheated on reader, smut, unprotected sex, explicit sexual content, breeding kink, pregnancy. 18+, MINOR DNI

Word count : 2047

The night was already well advanced, yet the lights lit up the city like a thousand suns. Wanda had insisted on spending a few days in Las Vegas, The Entertainment Capital of the World, to take your mind off things.  "You deserve it," she'd said, "especially after the year you've had."

The late-night parties, the booze, the gambling, the glitz and the lights - none of it suited you. You were more of a quiet diner, watching a series or a movie. But Wanda had a point: a new setting would do you a world of good. You were even ready to have a one night stand. A guy only for these vacations. Hell, maybe a new guy every night. Everything that could make you forget your shitty ex.

After all, if Vegas was really Sin City, you were going to taste every single one of them.

Wanda and you had a room at the Ocean, a new hotel that opened only a few months ago and it quickly became the hippest and most luxurious in town. 7 000 rooms, a big casino, pools, restaurants, and more. A city inside the city.

This was your third night here. And tonight you were going to fuck. The two previous nights were just drinking and playing with Wanda, flirting with guys, some kissing and foreplay but nothing more. But tonight was the night, you even had your eyes on one man.

He noticed you too. You were wearing a short, form-fitting, black dress. He was sitting on an arched sofa, drinking a glass of whiskey, his eyes never leaving yours. 

You were at the bar with Wanda, leaning to her you whispered : « Look at the guy over there. Isn't he super hot ? »

« Yes, and he's been watching you for a long time now. I think he was already looking at you yesterday. »

"What ?! How do you…? »

« Listen to me : you go talk to him and I don't want to see you until tomorrow. Have the best night of your life. As for me, I met a guy at the pool this morning and I'm about to have fun too. See you ! »

And like that she left you, leaving with a tall, blonde man wearing glasses. And when you turned your head back to the handsome man, he was next to you. He presented himself : James Bucky Barnes. You told him your name and a smile spread across his face as you took the time to detail him.

His hair was short, but long enough so you could run your hands through his hair. His suit was tailor-made and the color matched his ocean-colored eyes perfectly. You could guess his muscles and were surprised that the buttons on his shirt were still holding. Honestly, you would happily help him remove any of his clothes.

« Do you like what you see, милая ? » (=darling)

« Sorry, » you said as your cheeks took on a slightly pink hue.

« Don't be sorry, милая. I want you to look at me. I like it. » Never a man talked to you like this. Never a man made you wet only with words. His eyes pierced your soul as he was talking : « I saw you last night. I observed you, so beautiful in that red dress. You were with a guy, moving your body against him. You're acting like there is no tomorrow », it was like he could read your mind.

« Isn't that what everyone does in Sin City ? », you asked, biting your lip. There was something about him, something special and you were attracted to it. To him.

« You're right, but you are different », his thumb caressed your lower lip. You could see the beginning of a tattoo on his wrist. Did he have others underneath his perfect suit ? « I hated seeing you with another guy. I wished it was me. But if you choose me tonight, there will be no going back. This won't be a one night thing. I don't do this."

You just met each other, and yet it was like you knew him for years. He wanted you like no one before and you felt like you could cry. A tear must have rolled down your cheek because he gently took your face in his hands, his eyes showing that he only cared.

« What do you want, милая ? » The question drew you out of your thoughts.

« You can't give me what I want, » you answered, moving away from him, tears threatening to fall again. However, Bucky wasn't going to give up on you. You were special, he could feel it and he would do anything to keep you.

« Then let me help you forget, » he gently whispered, his hand opened as an invitation. You took it without hesitation. He never let go of your hand, even as he walked through the crowd of players, taking the elevators and walking through many corridors to his room. This one was very luxurious.

« You seem like a very rich person, Mr. Barnes, » you told him, impressed.

« Baby, I own the place. And please, call me Bucky. »

You entered and he closed the door, then he kissed you after asking your permission. Such a gentleman, you thought. You could feel that he wanted you, his erection was obvious. But he didn't put any pressure on you. 

« What do you want ?, » again with this question. « Ask and I shall give. »

This time, you were not able to stop the torrent of tears that poured out. Bucky held you as you were falling on your knees. He helped you sit on the nearest sofa.

« What is wrong, милая ? Please, tell me. » Bucky was worried. He just wanted to please you.

« I want a baby, Bucky. But that's not possible. »

And like that, all that happened during the past year came back, hurting as if it happened a few hours ago. You told him everything. You had a boyfriend, William, everything was fine and you wanted to start a family. But all the pregnancy tests gave the same response : negative. After some time, you decided to go to a specialist, you both had some tests. The results destroyed you : you were the one who was infertile. Yes, adoption was an option, but it wasn't the same as getting pregnant. You needed time to accept that it would never happen. You thought William would support you, that you would support each other. How wrong you were. He cheated one time, with his best friend. One time, and she was pregnant. Soon after he dropped the bomb, you left, never wanting to hear about him again. And you moved in with Wanda.

You didn't know why you were telling all of this to a stranger. Maybe it was because you never talk about this to anyone except Wanda. Pretending like it never happened was easier. At least that's what you thought. 

Bucky hold your hands all along. Not once did he judge you. Instead, he took you in his arms, kissing your head. Safety. That's what you felt with him : safe. You were safe. You didn't know him but you were sure of this. Raising your head, you let yourself get in his deep blue eyes and you kissed him.

« Come on милая, tell me what you want, » he desperately asked between two kisses.

« I want you, Bucky. » It was like you couldn't get enough of him. You were sure you wouldn't be able to breathe, to dream, to live if he stopped touching you, wanting you. « Please. » Who was he, and what was he doing to you?

« Fuck, I promise I'll buy you a new one, » and before you could ask, he was ripping your dress. His mouth moved from your lips to your nipples, making you moan. He didn't stop, lifting you off the sofa and putting your legs around his waist, guiding you to the giant bed. 

Only then, he let go of you. « Keep your eyes on me милая. » You could feel your pussy getting wetter as you watched him removing his clothes, revealing tattoos all over his arms and chest. You wanted to kiss and lick every last one of them. But what you wanted to taste even more was his cock. It was big and ready to slide inside you.

« As much as I want to feel your mouth around my cock, this night is only about you. » Was he reading your mind or did you just think out loud ? His hands removing your string brought you back to the present moment. After throwing your underwear somewhere in the room, he sucked on your clit, then inserted his tongue in your wet folds. « You taste so fucking good. »

Your moans filled the room, music to Bucky's ears. You were his goddess and he'll do anything to please you. Your hands were in his hair, pulling on it as he was licking you. Soon, his tongue was replaced by a finger.

« How do you feel, милая ? »

« Don't stop, please Bucky, » you begged him.

« Good girl, » he purred, kissing your inner thigh. However, he stopped fingering you only to align his cock with your entrance. « Are you ready, милая ? » You nod, shaking with excitement. « Use your words, » he said, gently biting your neck.

« Yes, Bucky. Make me yours. » Pleased with your answer and spreading your legs open further, he pushed his cock inside you. And damn, was he big. Your legs wrapped around his waist, encouraging him to go deeper. You needed this, needed him. 

Bucky pulled out and slid back in, making you moan louder and louder. With every thrust, it was like he was going deeper. His name escaped your lips. Again. And again. And again, each time he thrust into you, eating that spot. His hands were gripping your hips as he maintained a rhythm, your nails dug into his shoulder, holding onto him like you were going to fall. But he would never let that happen.

« Fuck, милая. You're so tight… that pussy of yours doesn't want to let me go. I won't last long, but trust me there will be other rounds. Night isn't… fuck… over. » His words were getting you closer to your orgasm. « What do you want ? » Again this question, but this time you didn't hesitate.

« I want a baby. Bucky, please breed me ! » You know it wasn't possible, but you needed to believe everything was possible, just this night. To forget this last year. To forget everything. Right now, only you, Bucky and his cock were the only things that mattered.

Bucky was going faster and deeper, giving no time to rest. You were on the edge of an orgasm, and you exploded when he whispered some Russian words into your ear.

« That's it, любимая (=my love), milk my cock », he said as you were holding the sheets, your orgasm still not over. He didn't last longer, filling you a second after. He collapsed on top of you. « How do you feel ?, » he whispered.

« Good, just need time to recover from this, » you chuckled.

« Sleep, любимая. Our night has just started. » And with his words, you fell asleep, snuggling up to him. Bucky watched over you, caressing your body. He couldn't wait until you found out what he gave you. He'll do anything for you, you just had to ask.

2 month later

You were in your bathroom. For how long ? You didn't know. 10 minutes? An hour? you couldn't look away from the pregnancy test. It was positive. But how ? It wasn't possible. Then you remembered your first night with Bucky. A night that led to many others.

I can give you whatever you want.

What do you want?

He often asked you this. And he always provided.

Looking again at the pregnancy test, you wondered who he was. Or what he was.

According to you, is Bucky an angel or a demon ?

[peachymilkandcream]

Hi, ma'am. I'm so happy to see your requests are finally open. I've actually been thinking twice whether I should send you my request or not, since I understand that you are still grasping on some things in real life. But I hope you won't mind me sharing my idea.

So, I'm thinking of LeviXEvelyn Fairytale AU, where Evelyn is a magical creature who becomes a slave to whoever captures her, while Levi is a ruthless mortal who obsesses over the idea of owning and possibly breeding one her kind. One day, Evelyn wanders to the mortal world out of boredom despite being warned of what humans might do to her. Of course Levi happens to be around and she gets trapped by him, then held captive in his home. Evelyn can do no more but serve and grant him everything he desires, ultimately being forced to be his wife.

Just an idea. Thank you for looking into it. Take care always, author. ☺️

Never Stop Hunting You Part 2|Fairy AU

(A/N: Sorry its been so long Anon! I did see this request I promise however like I said getting back to writing has been slow and steady. I decided that the best way to tackle this request was to do a part two to the Fairy AU which I think is rather similar to the request. Thank you so much for the request and I hope you enjoy!)

WARNINGS: implied noncon/dubcon, big age difference, kidnapping, slavery, violence, power imbalance, mind breaking, yandere behaviour, yandere themes, blackmail, etc.

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Levi wasn't anything if not thorough. He had spent years researching these creatures and knew what he wanted to do with one when he caught it. For now, a thing the size of his finger was enough, but that wouldn't be acceptable for long. He had plans that he knew this little creature wouldn't like.

He bounced the glass bottle on his knee, feeling her tiny eyes on him, indignant and filled with fury. He was determined to ignore her, let the thing stew in her rage, that suited him just fine. They would be home soon enough, and then she would know what kind of man she was dealing with.

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Levi sat the bottle on his desk, pulling up his chair and sitting to study her. He could tell she was trying to look brave, but he could see the fear in her eyes.

"You're a pretty little thing, aren't you?" He tapped the glass gingerly.

Naturally being so small and stuck in a bottle he couldn't hear the aggressive words he was sure was coming out of her mouth as she moved her lips. He'd find use for those lips soon enough.

"I don't think you quite understand what kind of position you're in little one. You think because you're so small and could slip away in a moment that it means you're safe from me." He rummages through a drawer, pulling out a stack of neatly organized notes, reading through them. "Now if I'm not mistaken...there are ways to make it so that you aren't so...easy to escape me."

Levi glanced back over at her, enjoying the look of fear in her eyes. It was telling, there must be some truth in his research. Turning a thing mortal, that would be fascinating indeed. He wondered what it would be like, to taint the flesh of something so sacred and perfect, tainted by a lower being such as himself.

He pulls out another vial, setting it down on the mahogany wood, pondering what he should do. It could kill her, or turn into some kind of monster that he would no longer desire. No matter, he would just get another, keep going until he got it right. He was still young, he could spend as much time as he needed to get what his heart desired. It would be worth it in the end.

"So my dear, lets see if you're going to sink, or swim."

She gives him a confused look before he opens the bottle holding her and dumps the contents of the vial within.

Levi saw the panic in her eyes as the liquid threatened to drown her, he knew it was risky, but then she would be forced to take all of what he had given her, he couldn't stand stubbornness.

She coughed and sputtered, trying to swim, gulping down the stuff until she was entirely spent.

"That's much better, pride and stubbornness will get you no where in life. Its best to submit to me early on, that way you won't be set up for disappointment."

As she lays on the bottom of the bottle, drenched and surrounded in the stuff, she peers at him from the inside of the bottle, the world spinning and turning dizzy, fear filled every fiber in her tiny body. What kind of man was this, that had stolen her from her home? What had he done to her, and would she ever see her lovely forest again? As she fell into the darkness of her mind, she couldn't help the tears that fell to soothe her despair.

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Evelyn's limbs were heavy when she awoke, that light and freeing feeling she used to feel in her body gone.

The world spun, and the light was too bright shining through the curtains. As she took in the simple but tidy room she was utterly confused, where was the warm and pretty trees she used to sleep under? A human house was not something she had ever seen, only heard about in tales meant to frighten little fairies to behave and stay in the forest. Evelyn had always thought those stories to be fake, meant to clip her wings, the wings that she stretched now and seemed to lack their strength.

Searing pain jolted her out of the blissful half sleep that she had been wading in. She bolted up out of bed, turning to see the man who had been haunting her nightmares holding her bloody wings in his hands.

"Now that is interesting." He looked from the wings to her. "And that is even more interesting."

Evelyn looked down at herself, flushing as she saw her bare form and grabbing at the furs on the bed to cover herself.

"Don't even think about it-" He climbs on after her, clawing the furs away. "I told you, I can't stand stubbornness."

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Levi had explained the situation to her simply as she was pinned against his chest. Now little more than a mortal to be used as a bit of flesh to serve his twisted desires. It was like he was punishing her for spending so long hunting for her kind. And she had no choice but to do as he said.

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No one in their village questioned where Levi had gotten such a beautiful bride, just that they were jealous at how such an unlikeable man could gain any woman's favor. But they supposed that any man could seem more likeable if he had blessed with with a child so early on. Still, she seemed grim, but maybe a baby would soften that.

After all, who would believe the story that Evelyn had tried to spin? She was as crazy as Levi was with all that fairy talk. They seemed perfect for each other.

[ugh-yoongi]

jewel, how would you rank bts as the most to least likely to be a cat owner? and also what cat do you think fit each of them the best

OHHHHH THIS QUESTION IS RIGHT UP MY ALLEY TYSM FOR ASKING ME <3

bts as cat owners

— most:

taehyung. i feel like i've seen more pictures of this man with cats than of me with my own. derailed an entire run episode just because he wanted to pet one, which is peak cat owner behavior. you guys also see how he is with yeontan. his cat would have holiday themed cat trees, coordinated outfits, a fifteen-step feeding routine that would guarantee no one would ever pet-sit for him. type he'd have: bengal. generally non-aggressive, loving, and loyal. needs 24/7 attention.

jimin. i think he said loves cats but he's allergic (???) so ignore that, we're throwing away canon for bangtan's resident disney princess. jimin has snow white vibes—leave him alone in an enchanted forest for five minutes and he comes back with a dozen new animal friends, and a cat would be no different. type he'd have: bonded shelter pair. any breed, any sex, he doesn't care; jimin's just here for the vibes (getting suckered in by a sob story).

yoongi. he is a cat, so of course he's in the top three. we all saw that picture of him with the cute black cat in his lap, and that's him to a T. you think he's not going to be that stereotypical pet parent but then you're out shopping with him one day and he's like do you think the cat would like this. oh this made me think of the cat so i'm gonna buy it. leave them alone they're sleeping. no i can't come over sorry the cat just fell asleep on me. type he'd have: domestic shorthair, either black or grey. becomes the official studio mascot. he brings it it to work in a little backpack.

jungkook. look, i don't think he'd go out of his way to adopt a cat, but we know he's spontaneous and prone to chaos so he's winding up with one eventually, and i have a very specific image in my head so stay with me. type he'd have: he's 1000% a sphynx owner. loves that everyone thinks they're weird-looking, and loves even more to send pictures and videos in the groupchat of their nasty toe gunk. buys it a long-sleeved cat t-shirt with tattoos printed on it to match him. names it something stupid like chicken caesar salad. gets a tattoo of it.

namjoon. another one i don't think is going looking for a cat, but i can absolutely see him retiring to a small cottage near the water, maybe an island or a peninsula, that has a cat colony. very hemingway vibes, yanno? immediately panics and is like what the fuck am i supposed to do with all these cats????? and then just accepts that this is his life now. he feeds and names them all, takes care of them, has a pocket-sized journal where he jots down notes about each of their personalities. someone finds it after he dies and it goes viral and a cat sanctuary gets named after him.

seokjin. as much as it breaks my heart to say it, seokjin just does not have cat dad energy. the upside of this, however, is that i get to assign him my favorite cat breed. type he'd have: norwegian forest cat!!!! seokjin has wegie dad written all over him. this cat's going fishing. it's chattering away and matching his energy. it's happily sleeping all day while he games. these two are like university roommates and that suits them perfectly.

hobi. i cannot envision this man having a cat either, i'm so sorry bc i know he donates a ton of money to animal shelters, but if he did: extremely high-tech cat owner. automatic litter box, automatic feeder, water fountain. only the best for his little furry friend, who probably has some really cool fashion-forward name, like schiaparelli or some shit. type he'd have: turkish angora. visually stunning, but doesn't handle change well.

— least.

[hyeque]

always this nice [kuroo tetsurō] [nsfw]

synopsis: having overworked himself for the past few weeks, you decide to give kuroo some well needed stress relief

notes: part of @cirigiri / @bowmonde dilf collab! apologies for how late this is </3 i did my best but idk how i feel about this one

warnings: slight angst in first part, hard to soft dom!kuroo (yes, he's a simp), kuroo in a suit because i'm a slut for this man, unprotected sex, blowjob, mentions of fem body parts, breeding kink, implied age gap, use of the word 'sir', possible computer damage, mentions of kids

by nature, kuroo tetsurō is a giver. he'd always looked out for others more than himself. as his assistant, you see this all the time at work and even with his daughters. you don't really understand what happened between him and his ex-wife because from the looks of you, he's the ideal husband and father. he couldn't be any more perfect than he is now. and being that he's older than you, he always felt the need to look after you. to take care of you. to praise and spoil you to death.

you remember the day you waltzed into his office, nerves running high and heart beating fast. you had just begun your first day as his personal assistant. you had heard the rumors and the horror stories of past assistants crying and leaving humiliated because of kuroo. you only hoped that you didn't suffer the same fate.

but luckily, kuroo likes you. he's enamored by you, really.

he knew from the beginning that a man of his age shouldn't get involved with someone so young, but he couldn't help himself. you fascinated him way too much. while he first thought you had a shy nature, he quickly learned that you would open up around those you knew well. and the two of you spent countless hours together because of your job. during that time he really learned how witty, fun, and engaging you are, and that made him attracted to you.

one thing leads to another and lines get blurred and boundaries get crossed. you never thought kuroo would look twice at you but the lingering glances and teasing touches thrilled you. you find yourself cumming as many times as you want by his hand. body worshipped every night the two of you end up in bed or over his desk with what ten minutes he would have before meetings.

from lunch meets and fending off office pervs, to getting the best oral and fingering of your life, kuroo will practically do anything for you.

with you, he's always this nice.

but today is different. from the look that kuroo has on his face, you can tell he's far from the grinning and teasing nature that he usually has around you. there's no sign of the familiar and gentle smile on his face. it's instead replaced by a stern expression as he concentrates on the screen in front of him.

you sit quietly, watching him work in silence. his knee bounces anxiously and he runs his hand through his greying hair. there are evident signs of age on his face, but you don't think it makes him look any less handsome than he is now.

in fact, he looks delectable.

you ogle him quietly and hope that eventually, he'll notice your neediness. a minute passes, then two, and eventually a whole ten. you've had enough. it's sad to say you can count on one hand how many times he's looked at you today, and you have to end that.

"kuroo?" you ask, moving so you're in front of his desk.

he hums, eyes not moving from the screen of his computer where he types. you huff, calming your nerves. the last thing you want to do is upset and aggravate him.

"would you like me to get you some food? a drink?" you suggest. he came in the office super early this morning to your surprise. he seemed fidgety and irritable every time you asked if he needed help, so you left him alone. time had passed though and you realize he hadn't eaten and it's noon now.

you prepare for him to say 'no, I'm fine', but to your surprise, he accepts the offer.

you order food from his favorite place, remembering his order like the back of your hand. it isn't long before you pick it up and swiftly bring it to him. you leave it on his desk, receiving a mumbled 'thank you' in return. going off to complete office duties, your worrying over him is subsided. but it all returns when you come back and look over to see his food still sitting in place and coffee long cold by now. something stirs within you and you feel your eyes twitch. it pains you to see that kuroo isn't properly taking care of himself.

you initiate phase one. the distraction. kuroo could never resist you, and a lot of the time you weren't even doing anything to purposely distract him. he's just that easy to rile up.

"oops," you mumbled under your breath, eyes wandering back to the man as you start to pick up the pens you "knocked over". you make sure to bend over where your ass is clearly visible.

unfortunately, he barely glances up at you and that irritates you to no end. but you're persistent and you're not going to give up.

it's time for you to initiate phase two.

since it isn't clear to the man himself that you want his attention, it appears that you have to be bolder with your actions. crawling under his desk to retrieve the pens you clumsily 'dropped', you find yourself between his legs. your eyes scan over his thick thighs curiously, admiring how muscular they appear in his slacks.

"w-what are you doing?" kuroo jumps back when he feels your hand rest on his knee. that doesn't deter you from your actions and you only slide your hand further up his pants leg.

"nothing. just resting here," you respond, moving to rest your head on his inner thigh. you innocently look up at him and gauge his reaction.

kuroo sighs, closing his eyes. he gently says your name before explaining that he doesn't have time at the moment to appease any of your 'games'. you scrunch your nose up, slightly hurt at the fact that he thought most of what you did together wasn't serious.

"last time i checked, not taking care of yourself isn't a 'game'," you mumble, eyes glaring at the floor. to not upset and aggravate him be damned, "way to be hypocritical."

kuroo's eyes shift from his screen to you, brows furrowed. "excuse me?"

normally you'd back down at his tone but not today. you roll your eyes, inspecting your nails, "you're not deaf, you heard me."

kuroo feels his eye twitch. "no, i don't think i did," he pulls you up by the arm so that you're in front of him. your breath hitches when he stands up, towering over you as his eyes glare down at you, "so why don't you repeat what just came out of that smart mouth of yours?"

your thighs squeeze slightly at his words and you hope he doesn't notice. by the unreadable expression on his face you can't tell, and that scares you more than anything. but for the sake of your ego--and maybe even possibly of your job--you stand your ground and remain level-headed and reasonable.

"you've been working yourself to death lately," you start, folding your arms, "i've been watching you for the past few days--no, weeks, and you haven't been taking care of yourself. i know you pride yourself in being hardworking but doing it to an unhealthy level is alarming and has to stop."

the sternness in his eyes softens slightly, but returns just as quickly. "this time of year always gets more busy than usual. you wouldn't understand that i have a lot more to take care of and do. i don't have time to take a break."

your blood boils, "you always tell me that if i need help then i should never be afraid to ask. well what about you? if you let me help you, then you wouldn't be so stressed all the time. isn't that what i'm supposed to be here for?"

"yeah, well you're being more of a hinderance than helpful." kuroo snaps. "i don't ask for you to breathe down my neck all the time."

a hurt look crosses your face, but instead of saying something nasty back you only will yourself to calm down. "i just want to look out for you. i'm not trying to be annoying, if you think that." a part of you wants to cry, but you know that that's stupid and you don't want to cry over a man of all people.

kuroo must've realized the weight of his words but when nothing else comes out of his mouth, you decide enough is enough. if he's truly too stubborn to apologize and understand your concerns, you don't want to be there.

you don't say anything else as you step away from him. only the words, "call me when you've calmed down" come out of your mouth and you're no longer looking at him.

"where are you going?" he asks, watching you move towards the front door after grabbing your jacket.

you raise a brow, "somewhere where i'm not a hindrance. i'm useful to other people, you know."

your words sting him, but he knows he deserves it after what he said.

"i-i'm sorry." kuroo says, his hand grasping your wrist before you can pull away completely. "i didn't need to be such an ass when you're trying to look out for me. that wasn't right of me."

your body relaxes after hearing his words and you watch him look sheepishly at you while he speaks.

"it's just, i'm not used to this kind of thing," he laughs bitterly, "all my life it's been me looking out for others so i learned to not ask for help. i always thought i could do what i could on my own."

you hum, running your thumb over his knuckles. "and you're great at it, but i promise you i just want to help because i want the best for you. i'll always be here by your side." you say, leaning into him. his arms wrap around your waist and pull you closer. the smell of his aftershave makes you close your eyes.

"i'm glad. i don't think i could ever let you go." he smiles, pressing a kiss to your temple.

you tighten your hold on him, "you better not." you hide your face in his suit jacket, head resting on his chest. he runs his hands along your back soothingly and notice how you curl impossibly further into his touch.

"someone's clingy today." kuroo teases, smirking against your forehead where his lips rest.

"i just miss you. that's all." you mumble into his chest. your hands move to work out the knots in his back and he sighs, reveling in your touch. he swears internally as he feels all of his blood rush south and the unmistakable notion of his pants tightening.

his hands rest innocently just above your ass, and he knows he can easily have you like putty in his hands if he grabs your plump ass.

"you okay, tetsu?"

a faint groan leaves his mouth upon hearing the nickname you give him.

"y-yeah..." he responds.

"liar. you're hard." you tease. he grumbles a ' your fault' under his breath.

"do you want me to do something about this, sir?" you ask, fingers hovering over his zipper.

"i think it's only right if you do." he answers, sucking his breath as he presses himself into your hand. "sounds like you want to more than i do."

you unzip him. "i do. i want you to use me to relieve your stress." you palm him through his pants. "want you to fuck all your stress away into my body." you slide to your knees in front of him, resting your cheek on top of his bulge.

"you sure?" kuroo looks at you with concern. the last thing he wants to do is hurt you, but you don't care. you just want to be useful for him besides being his cute little assistant.

"yes," looking up through your lashes, you huff out a pout. "i'm hungry."

kuroo sucks in a sharp breath, his cock throbbing hard in his slacks. he doesn’t know what past life he had to deserve you, but he isn't complaining.

"look at you being all good for me." his hand caresses your face before it moves to run through your hair, his gentle touch so familiar you melt into it and close your eyes.

...that is until you feel him wrap your hair around his hand and yank back your head. you gasp, eyes flying back open to look at him. his gold eyes glare down at you, a look of displeasure on his face.

"being good at the expense of being bratty. you know i don't like that."

your eyes widen and you protest, "but—"

"'but' what?" kuroo leans down to look at you, "don't think i didn't notice or forget how you talked to me earlier. no matter what, there's no excuse for it."

you grow silent at his words, not daring to say anything further.

he sighs, looking at his watch. "i don't have a lot of time. and since i'm being nice and devoting some to you, i expect that you follow what i tell you to do. understand?"

you nod solemnly, but he tsks, gently smacking your face. "that's not an answer, baby."

"yes, sir. i understand," you reply.

he seems pleased with your response. you watch him unbuckle his pants, excitement coursing through your veins as he pulls himself out. your breath audibly hitches the moment his thick length comes into view. you've never seen something more beautiful.

kuroo smirks. he could never get over the look on your face when you see his cock. it never fails to make him harder than he already is.

he sits back down in his chair. spreading his thick thighs apart, he sighs impatiently.

"well?" he raises a brow, "it's not going to suck itself, is it?"

you don't have to be told twice. your sinful lips part and you take kuroo in your mouth, nearly whining at the delicious, salty taste of him. it had been a while since you'd sucked him off and you don't know why you didn't beg sooner to have him.

you can't explain it but something about sucking off kuroo in his suit makes you absolutely feral. maybe it's the scent of him, the suit he wears, or the noises you're able to get him to produce. regardless, you get a little bit more aggressive, a little bit more eager, a little bit more passionate. and kuroo knows. he knows how you get, but still doesn't have enough time to prepare himself for what's to come—no pun intended.

"s-shit..." kuroo breathes, his eyes nearly rolling back in his head. he has to force himself to not get lost in the moment and watches as you play with his heavy balls, the noises obscene and wet. his nails dig into his palms as he tries not to take over.

you take him as far as you can in the back of your throat, eyes watering at you look up at him, wanting nothing more than to please him and making him feel good.

you're a sight for sore eyes for kuroo and his resolve snaps as he gently grabs the back of your head. "good fucking girl, making me feel so good," he groans, pushing himself to the back of your throat, slowly rocking himself. his pubes press against your nose and his balls slap against your chin as he abuses your wet cavern.

more tears brim your eyes as you take him further, deep throating him and his jaw slacks at the feeling.

he pulls you off of him and presses you against his desk. yanking your pencil skirt up to your waist.

"no panties, huh? such a minx." he slaps your cunt before you get a chance to speak, and you yelp out of surprise.

with his cock resting against your bare ass, you can't help but grind back on him, wanting to feel more of him.

kuroo tsks, watching you for a moment before grabbing your hips. "don't be greedy. you take what i give you." he scolds, smacking your ass. you whine out an apology, but that doesn't dismiss the irritation bubbling within you.

he collects your essence, coating his shaft well in you. he teases your entrance with the fat, mushroom tip of his dick and you bite the inside of your cheek to stop you from yelling at him to hurry up.

"i can see you quivering. you want it that bad, huh?" he chuckles, knowing he himself isn't doing the best either.

"you don't have to be an as—" your breath is quickly taken away from you as he fully sheathes himself inside of you.

kuroo’s composure slacks for a moment once enveloped in your warmth. “so tight, i really was away from your cunt for too long.”

"te-sir, i feel so full!" you scramble for your bearings but nothing can prepare you for this. ever.

"yeah? well you always feel so fucking good around me." kuroo grunts, his large hands resting on your hips as he has to mentally will himself to not cum so soon. work made him forget just how good your pussy feels and he mentally hits himself on the head for that. when he gets the chance, he's going to cockwarm your pussy for hours to make up for lost time.

kuroo moves his hips back, almost pulling out of you all the way before slamming back into you. before you can scream out loud, he shoves two of his fingers in your mouth, silencing you.

"can't have anyone hearing how pretty you sound, sweetheart." he hums, moving his hips faster. his hands pull back your hair and he presses a sweet kiss to your temple. his eyes look down at where you creaming his dick and that only motivates him further.

kuroo is a hypocrite. even with you silenced, anyone walking by his office surely can hear what's going on, but he doesn't care. it's not like no one knows you two are exclusive.

"this is what you wanted, right?" he grunts, hips drilling into yours at a rapid speed. "you wanted to be fucked like a whore, huh? used like a cumslut?" for some reason, a part of kuroo feels bad for calling you a 'whore' and a 'slut' but he knows that you like it. he can feel it in the way you gush around his shaft.

kuroo's eyes fall to the framed photo of his twin girls that sits on his desk and he quickly looks away out of slight embarrassment and awkwardness. but he soon thinks about all the times he's seen you take care of his daughters. how sweet and kind you are to them, and how you love and adore them just as much as they do for you too.

and the first time that they started calling you 'mommy'? kuroo didn't know what to think. he remembers apologizing to you when taking you home and that he would tell Hayami and Akari to not call you that. he remembers you saying not to worry about it and that you didn't mind. that you cared and loved them like your own.

he remembers seeing you in his kitchen, cooking dinner for the four of you since he nearly set the whole house on fire with his horrible skills. well, they weren't terrible but not the greatest either. but he knew he would have to learn for his girls.

he remembers calling you to watch them while he unexpectedly had to go to a meeting. he remembers coming home to the three of you sleeping on the couch, moving all of you to bed so none of you would wake up in discomfort.

he remembers all the times people mistook you for family, for his wife. and he can't help but think: what if it's always like this?

kuroo would be lying if he said he never thought about what you would look like in his arms, abdomen swollen with his third child. the thought of you having his child has crossed his mind one too many times. every time he fucked you, he can't help but think about his seed catching. then maybe all the other bozos he does work with would stop hitting on you once they saw you were his.

you yourself have crossed his mind one too many times. as much as he wants to keep the relationship professional, he couldn't help but be drawn into you initially. and now, he thinks he's ready to ask if you want to take the next step.

...and he will, when he's done fucking you.

something in him becomes more primal. softer. call him crazy, but being balls deep within you made him realize he wants to marry you. he wants to put a ring on your pretty little finger and make you his cute wife.

kuroo leans down, kissing your forehead before turning you around to face him. he wants to see your face when you cum.

you blink, confused by his actions, "sir, i--"

"tetsurou. call me tetsurou...please." you recognize kuroo becoming gentle with his words. he buries his face in your neck and plants a trail of kisses down them as he slides back inside of you.

the soft gasp that leaves your lips makes him twitch and throb.

"always so good for me," he coos, "always so beautiful and pretty when you're under me like this. isn't that right baby?"

"mmhm!" you nod and cry, feeling yourself cum at his words. you go to apologize for cumming without permission but he hushes you.

he groans at the feeling of your cunt clamping on him, his eyes drinking in the sight of you. "look at you, cumming so sweetly for me. you can give me more, yeah? you can cum again for me?"

your mind has gone into autopilot as you nod, body twitching and shaking with slight sensitivity as he fucks you through your orgasm.

kuroo's large hand wraps around your throat, leaning into your ear he says, "just for me, right? no one else?"

"no one else but you, only you." you answer, chasing his lips. he doesn't hesitate to kiss you breathless. the two of you become so lost in each other

"want me to fill you up? want me to pump this pussy full of my cum?"

you whine and paw at his arm before nodding. fuck, he can feel you clenching harder too.

"y-yes, please fill me up tetsu. need it all so badly!" you whine, eyes nearly rolling back as you become overwhelmed with pleasure.

kuroo's eyes soften at the sight of your fucked out expression and is completely enamored. "g-god, i--"

—love you, is what he wants to say, but he just says that he's cumming instead. luckily not long after does he spill his cum into you.

kuroo slumps his heavy body against you slightly before leaning down to kiss you.

you blink when you both pull apart. "that was..."

he stiffens, worry etched across his face. "too much? i'm sorry if—"

"perfect." you giggle, pushing his sweaty fringe out of the way to wipe his forehead of sweat.

"good! i mean, great!" kuroo grins widely. "that reminds me, please cancel my meeting at 6." he says, watching you redo his tie.

you tilt your head to the side. "'cancel'? may i ask why?" you inquire. it's very out of character for kuroo to cancel a meeting. he usually always makes them no matter what.

"I'm taking you to dinner," he answers, fixing the rest of himself up and then you.

"i-tetsu, you don't have to. i know you're busy." you respond. "i'm okay—we are okay."

kuroo pouts and shakes his head. "i want to. you were right about me overworking myself. i'm sorry for not giving you the attention i should." he says, a guilty look on his face.

"you should really apologize to your daughters. they miss you more." you tease, kissing him as a way of 'apology accepted'.

"yeah i know," he nods sheepishly, "but i just wanted you to know you're important to me."

"you're important to me too, tetsu." you smile, squeezing his hand.

a blush creeps up kuroo's neck as he stares at you and he mentally scolds himself for being what kenma called, 'soft'.

you tilt your head to the side. "why are you staring at me like that?"

"nothing. just happy that you're stuffed full of my cum right now and have to walk around trying to hold it in~" kuroo answers and you hit him in the chest.

"pervert." you hiss, face burning with embarrassment.

"you love me though," he says, heart skipping a beat when you say 'unfortunately' in return. yeah, you're definitely the one.

he only hopes that the ring in his suit jacket isn't that noticeable.

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#1: the proposal | plan b.

pairing: angel reyes x black!reader | chapter rating: 💙

total # of parts in series: 10

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I keep falling for boys and mistaking them for men

series sum: After several failed relationships, you decide that you’re over waiting for Mr. Right to come around and help start a family. In a drunken ramble, you ask your best friend if he’ll be your donor. You didn’t expect him to say yes. As you and Angel enter uncharted waters, you both realize neither of you fully thought the initial proposal through.

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What is it they say…hope breeds eternal misery.

Or, as Angel Reyes likes to say, “I don’t know why you’re wasting time on that asshole.”

Asshole is the nicest term you can dub your boyfriend--correction, your ex-boyfriend.

Ex-boyfriend.

It’s strange how quickly two letters--a simple prefix--can change your life.

One minute, you’re joining your boyfriend and his family on a getaway to the beach. The next, you’re being kindly escorted out of a restaurant for tossing a drink in his face.

When you’d left Santo Padre Friday afternoon, you had a single thought in your mind. He’s finally going to propose. The nervous behavior, the talks about moving to a bigger apartment, him inviting you to a weekend getaway with his family.

How else would a rational person explain this behavior?

Well, according to Michael, all of those things do not add up to a proposal. They add up to “softening the blow."

As you sit on the curb waiting for your uber, with Michael's big splurge of the evening in hand--a bottle of Cabernet, you realize his explanation was complete bullshit. How is dragging you to Santa Monica for the weekend "softening the blow?" If he was going to break up with you, he could have done it in Santo Padre.

As you double-check the ETA on your uber, you remember.

Michael didn't drag you to Santa Monica to break up with you. He dragged you to Santa Monica to ask you to "take a break."

Apparently, there's a difference.

As Michael put it, with his birthday fast approaching, he'd had an epiphany. He needed time to "get out there" and "explore" his options.

"We're in our thirties," he'd explained. "We only have a few years left before we're expected to settle down, have kids. I think we should take this time to get everything out of our system, so by the time we come back together, we're ready to start that family you're always talking about."

The nervousness you'd seen the past two weeks? Had nothing to do with hiding a ring, or trying to find the perfect opportunity to pop the question. The nervousness was Michael trying to find the right time to ask you not to renew the lease of the apartment, you share, at the end of the month.

The talk about upgrading to a bigger apartment? Had nothing to do with having an extra room for the kid you've both talked about having. It was so that he could move in with his two best friends.

Michael’s epiphany left you in shock. You were caught between realizing the entire revelation wasn’t a complete joke and realizing you were expected to ride home with his family in the morning. The drink tossing didn’t come until Michael rubbed his hands together, a knowing smile sliding onto his face.

Taking your shocked silence as a lack of protest to his idea, Michael nodded over his shoulder. “You wanna head back up to the room...have some fun our last night together?”

The weight of Samantha--wait. No. Savanna...Sabrina? No, Salena.

The weight of Salena’s body presses Angel into the mattress. Her body is nearly directly on top of his, her face nuzzled into the warmth of his neck.

He’s not used to women sleeping over. Angel has one rule. He wants to sleep alone. Translation, be gone when he wakes in the morning.

That’s why, when he wakes to the sound of a slamming door, Angel is pissed.

His initial thought is that Salena let the door slam on her way out. The only problem is, Salena is still in bed with him--sleeping soundly. If she wasn’t, he would have been up able to react quicker. Because if it’s not Salena leaving, it means that someone is coming in.

“You need to go,” Angel mumbles as he manages to escape her grip.

Salena responds by rolling over and ignoring his request.

When he leaves his bedroom, Angel finds his entire house in darkness. His hand runs down his face as your voice fills the air.

"Ow--shit!" Your keys and purse fall to the floor as you bump into the coffee table.

"Y/N, what are you doing?"

“What are you doing?” You counter the slurring of your speech causing Angel’s head to shake. “...standing in the dark like a fucking creep.”

“Are you drunk?”

Your head shakes. Even if half-asleep, Angel knows you’re not drunk. You’re hammered, at least by your standards. He’s known you long enough to realize you’re a lightweight. A two and a half-hour ride with a bottle of Cabernet meant you were well past your limit.

“And why are you back early--did you drive here?”

“No,” you scoff. “I took an uber obviously--”

A second trip into the coffee table silences the rest of your response.

“Alright, come on--” Angel takes your hand in his, preventing you from falling forward.

“I don’t need your help.” Yanking your hand free of his grip--with more force than necessary--you stumble backward. Between the late hour and his body still attempting to shake off its grogginess, the action is too fast for Angel to predict. “Or any man’s help for that matter...fucking men--always thinking they need to save me--”

“What the fuck are you talking about?”

“I’m talking about you--and fucking...fucking Michael--that piece of shit...” Despite your previous attempt to escape him, you turn on your heels causing Angel to bump into you. Instinctively, his hands find your waist. An innocent attempt to help maintain your balance. “--I said I don’t need help walking, Angel--”

“Clearly.” The smirk on his lips narrows your eyes.

The pathetic attempt of a shove you apply to his chest is enough to tip your already unsteady balance.

In his defense, Angel isn’t used to “rescuing” you from a drunk faceplant. Usually, the roles are reversed.

It may not be the smartest move, but it’s the quickest way to prevent another one of your escape attempts. Angel tightens his grip on your waist, pulling a small yelp from your lips as he lifts you off the ground throwing you over his shoulder.

The sudden shift in your posture blurs your vision--sending the room spinning. The rush of blood to your head causes your palm to come down hard in frustration against Angel’s back.

“Put me down…” Angel’s head shakes as your slurred speech trails off for a moment. Seizing the break in your resistance, he carries you across the darkened room towards the security of the sofa. “...what the hell are you doing in my house anyway?”

“This is my house.” Angel huffs as he lowers you onto the sofa. “If you get up, I’m not stopping you. I'm serious, I'll let you bust your ass this time.”

But moving from the sofa has already left your mind. Instead, your focus has drifted. Scanning the living room as Angel disappears. Despite his words, you're still not sure why you've ended up at his house and not yours.

“Here drink this,” Angel sighs as he returns. He hopes the glass of water will miraculously sober you up. Between failing to kick Salena out, and you showing up drunk at 3 in the morning, Angel is considering giving up women. At least for a few hours.

Angel’s steps come to a slow halt as he rounds the sofa to find you gone. Somehow, in the time it took him to fill a glass with water, you have slid down to the floor. Your back against the sofa, you’ve given up the impossible task of unfastening your heels. Instead, you’re tugging at them. Groans of frustration fill the air once the heels remain in place.

The shaky breaths and trembling of your fingers widen Angel’s eyes.

“Shit--are you crying?”

“I’m not crying.” The shaking of your head only seems to push the tears out faster. The blurring of your vision makes the task at hand impossible. “I’m not crying.”

“My bad, you’re not crying,” Angel repeats, hopeful it’ll make the crying stop. Handling a crying woman is not his strongest suit. In fact, he tries to avoid crying women at all costs. He focuses on the easier task of removing your heels. He offers you an encouraging smile once he’s done. “See, you’re all good.”

“No, I’m not.” Reaching forward, you grab the nearest heel, launching it as hard as you can. “Michael got me these.”

You manage to grab the second heel before Angel can. You launch it in the same direction as the first.

“I’ve always hated those ugly fucking shoes.”

The second heel doesn’t land in the middle of the floor like its predecessor. Instead, it flies straight into Salena’s arm as she rounds the corner.

“Ow--what the fuck? Angel!”

The overhead light cuts on, temporarily blinding both you and Angel. When you open your eyes, you find a half-dressed Salena standing over you. Your discarded heel in her left hand, her narrowed eyes focused on you.

"So, this is why you wanted me to leave? Your girlfriend is home?"

"Neither of us is his girlfriend, sweetheart." you correct.

“I’m not sleeping in your bed ever again,” you clarify, your voice muffled against your palms. “Not until you wash your sheets.”

In the time it took to get Salena out of the house you’ve found that your body has begun to crash. The idea of laying down the only thought of your mind. That’s why the moment he’s settled alongside you on the floor, Angel’s shoulder becomes your pillow.

“Please don’t say I told you so.”

Passing up the opportunity to be right, is not in Angel’s nature. But one look at you, he’s biting his tongue.

“I never liked him.”

“You've never liked anyone I’ve dated,” you laugh quietly.

“That’s because you only date assholes.”

“Takes one to know one.”

“Exactly.”

Angel's arm drapes around you, the gentle squeeze he gives bringing a weak smile to your lips.

“That’s it,” you sigh. “I’m done dating. Forever.”

“Dating is overrated,” Angel notes.

It’s a phrase Angel has told you nearly a million times over the years. Typically, after you’ve watched him ensnare yet another naive woman with his smile. You typically roll your eyes at Angel's mantra, but right now, you don’t even bother.

“I’m serious, if you see me even blinking at the same guy twice grab me.”

“Yeah, okay,” Angel chuckles.

He knows there's no point in taking the promise any further. If Angel is a cynic when it comes to dating, you’re the poster child for hopeless romantics.

When you fall in love, you fall hard. When you get heartbroken, the fallout hits the hardest.

“I can’t wait until my forties to have a kid.”

“What?”

“I’ll be in my sixties when they graduate high school--my sixties!”

“That’s what this is about?”

“...he doesn’t want kids...at least not right now...he wants time to explore other options before being shackled to me forever.”

“I’m going to kick his fucking ass.”

“When you do, can I watch?”

“Fuck that, you’re getting in a few hits.”

“I can’t believe I wasted three years on him, thinking he was going to help me start a family,” you groan. “When I could’ve just asked you.”

Angel laughs, his smile growing as you giggle.

“I’m serious. Definitely would’ve happened faster.”

“If you want to have sex with me, there are much easier ways--”

“Shut up, it is not about sex,” you assure him as your eyes drift shut. “I actually pride myself in being one of the few women in this town you haven’t slept with. Being immune to your charm is a superpower.”

“You still ended up here tonight,” Angel grins.

You softly smile.

“That’s because you’re my best friend, and you always give the best hugs when I feel like shit.”

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A Tale of Two Weddings: Midgardian Mayhem

A Loki x Eva (OC) story

Part Three of Loki’s Dragon

>>Part Twenty<<

A/N I don’t own any of the Marvel characters. Just my own creations. This was originally posted in Wattpad. But I rewrote the parts as I transferred them, so there are some differences.

Summary: Eva shares with the girls the results of her visit, the boys pick up the suits for the wedding.

Pairing: I originally wrote this as Loki x Eva but it can be read as Loki x Reader if you desire.

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Overall Warnings: Smut, Fluff, Angst, Adult Language

>>>18+ ONLY<<

Back at the tower Wanda went to gather Nat and Pepper while Eva waited in Wanda's room. The door opened and Nat grabbed Eva "sooo what happened?"

Pepper looked confused, so Nat brought her up to speed. "Ok so, as you know we just got back from Dr Mooney," there was a knock at the door.

"What!?" Called Nat

"Just me, let me in so we can talk."

"Do your thing and pop in then Oh Great Master of the Mystic Arts."

Stephen stepped out of the portal "no one should let you three alone, your sarcasm breeds like rabbits! So did you tell them yet?"

"Just getting to that. Well as if you couldn't guess I am pregnant! And now Stephen is going to hide the thoughts of this for all of us so Loki doesn't find out."

They all squealed in happiness. "How far along?"

"Dr Mooney thinks it's about a month, month and a half or so. As far as she can tell everything is fine. Now I'm super impatient for the wedding."

"I talked to Tony and he thinks that it's a good idea to keep you off missions until after the wedding he doesn't want anything else to happen to your face." Said Stephen.

"Thanks Stephen. You've been awesome today! Oh and don't forget you guys are 'going suit shopping' tomorrow."

"Yeah I know, Loki ever notice you took his suit?"

"No, tomorrows going to be awesome for yous I can't wait to see what Ralph Lauren has designed. I still can't believe the man himself is designing your wedding suits."

"Yeah that was all Tony. I'm quite curious myself he was secretive about it, Tony doesn't even know."

"Just make sure they're the right colors. You and Clint should have purple and Tony and Thor should be blue accents. Most importantly Loki's should be a sapphire suit, white shirts for all of you, nothing else will do. And not to add to your busy life, but the ladies and I have final fittings in 3 days, I NEED you to be there for me."

"I'll make sure, but darling. They're already made, this is just a final fitting for us."

"I know, and if they're not the right colors I will possibly lose my shit on Tony!" She laughed.

Stephen went back to the sanctum and The girls finished with final preparations, the flowers were chosen, and boutonnières were custom ordered to represent each Avenger. It was all coming together, the final touch being the complete play list for the reception, they would be going with traditional music for the ceremony played on a harp. But the reception playlist would be ironed out when the boys got back from Ralph Lauren the next day.

Loki and Eva were laying in bed later that night going over last minute ideas. The wedding was in less than a week. "Darling, can you tell me why you are blocking part of your mind from me? Is there something bothering you?"

"It's just wedding stuff that I want to be a surprise for you. And honestly Nothing is bothering me yet, the best day of our lives is in a week. You're healed from the injury, I'm part Jotun, and don't care. You've been walking around the tower in your Jotun skin looking sexier than usual. Everyone is getting along.... Thanks now I'm thinking something terrible is going to happen."

"Nothing terrible, not if I can help it. So come on I know there's something on your mind."

"Ok, so after we make us official in New York, have you ever thought about having kids?"

"Yeah, I'd love one of each, so that's four right?" He tickled her.

"Huh?"

"You know one mortal, one mutant one Aesir and one Jotun.... Seriously I'd be really happy with Two, one boy and one girl, but it doesn’t matter I would only want them to be healthy."

"You know, I think you'd make an awesome dad, you could be the father to them that neither of us had."

"You would be an amazing mom, and could be the mother you never had. Frigga was very good to me, and I hope being raised mostly by her would add to a tender touch if we had a girl. Why do you ask?"

"I was thinking about it the other day, you wouldn't be worried about them being Jotun or mutant or *Gasp* both?"

"No, I will treat them the same no matter what they were, you do know you'd be really sexy growing my child, I don't know if I could keep my hands off you."

She had already settled against him fighting off sleep while they talked her voice became quiet until he heard her breathing gently asleep.

The following afternoon the boys piled out of the SUV and into Ralph Lauren's New York studio. Tony sauntered up to the counter, "Good afternoon, Tony Stark party of five, for Ralph Lauren."

"I'm sorry sir, Mr . Lauren is not to be disturbed. He left explicit instructions stating no one was to see him, unless it was the Avengers..." she never looked up.

"Hey, Janie Melnitz, eyes up here, I said Tony Stark party of five for Ralph Lauren. He's expecting us sweetheart."

She lifted her eyes slowly from her screen and saw infront of her in regular clothes, Iron Man, Thor, Doctor Strange, Hawkeye and Loki. Her mind registered the Avengers infront of her and quickly excused herself to get the Designer. As they walked back Ralph extended his hand to Tony. "Good to see you again Tony, and I see you brought company too. Please excuse my Niece she's still pretty new."

"No worries, say my fiend here is marrying my sister and we need to get some nice suits for the wedding, can you help us out?"

Playing along, Ralph smiled "sure I've got some suits I've been working on for my new collection, let's see if you like them." He led them to a large room with some suits on a rack. He looked around and sifted through some regular cuts and pulled out a plum suit and handed it to Clint, "why don't you try this one on." The next he handed to Thor, Tony both navy and Stephen, plum like Clint’s. Looking at Loki he smiled. "Your highness, it's a pleasure to meet you, I have just the suit for the Groom. I do hope you like it." He pulled a sapphire blue suit and handed it to him. As Loki looked at it he smiled.

"It's similar to my battle gear, this weaving on the sleeves blue in with black, and the embossing of the rib guards.. it's amazing,"

Ralph took the shirt and showed Loki "I designed this to resemble your tunic, and the pants also have the same weaving of blue and black, at the knee."

"How did you know...."

"I met with the rest of the group about a month ago, and your wife is quite the trickster, here is the suit she lent me to get your measurements."

Looking at Tony "how did you keep this from me?"

"Lots of deflecting, and quick changes of subject, do you like it Loki?"

Loki was still feeling the fabric between his fingers "yes, it's amazing, I.. must try this on." He spoke softly and excused himself to change. One by one each of the Avengers emerged from the changing rooms. All of their suits had been inspired by their battle gear. The suit jackets and pants were blind embossed, with the exception being Loki. As they pointed out the details of each suit they stopped silent as Loki walked out.

"Brother... she's going to be speechless when she sees you."

"I am not often at a loss for words, but currently I  am, Sir, this suit is everything I could have asked for, but apparently did not need to. And the fit is just fantastic. Thank you."

The group left with their suits and after grabbing a drink or two headed back to the tower to discuss the reception music.

[rainsongdean]

you’re always golden to me

post-mockingjay / pre-epilogue everlark healing together, appreciating the sunset, and maybe even falling in love

"We should head back before it gets dark." Peeta's words rang out in the open air between them, but they were not enough to pull Katniss from her trance-like state.

It had been a rough day. Not enough so to be classified as a bad day, seeing as Katniss had found the motivation to move from the bed to the couch at some point in the afternoon. Now, though, watching the clouds paint watercolors in the sky seemed to bring her back to life. She was encapsulated by the sight.

"Not yet," she eventually spoke, her voice somewhat hoarse from not using it for a while. "I want to stay until it's over. Besides, we could walk home blindfolded from here."

It was true. Katniss had discovered the hill nestled in the woods behind Victor's Village not long after returning from the Capitol. She found solace in being embraced by the wilderness rather than being suffocated in her old home, so when she accidentally stumbled upon the tall mount that overlooked the wide plains and open sky, she knew she had found what she had subconsciously been searching for.

It had taken a few months before she brought Peeta to her secret spot. He'd only returned to District 12 a few days before she had found the hill, and they both needed some time to warm up to each other again. But one day, after suffering through a particularly vivid flashback that ended with him handcuffed to one of Haymitch's spare cages for his geese, Katniss figured it would do them both good to escape into the forest for a while.

That was the first night they watched the sunset from the hill. It had been slightly uncomfortable, sitting inches apart on the dewy grass, no attempt at conversation made by either party. Eventually, Peeta suggested they return home to make dinner before it got too late, but Katniss insisted that she could tell by the shape of the clouds that they would put on an impressive show.

As usual, she was not wrong.

It was the most vibrant spectacle either of them had seen - far more breathtaking than any Capitol party or fireworks display. Sure, they had both watched the sun go down in 12 before, but their view had always been clouded by the thick layer of dust in the air from the mines or obstructed by the cluster of buildings stacked practically on top of one another. Here on their hill, nothing stood between them and the sky. Beyond that, the best part was they got to share it together, just the two of them. 

Since that night, the pair made an effort to hike the two-mile trek to the hill at least once a week, though they typically found themselves there more often than that. Katniss still liked to visit the spot alone, sometimes using the safe space to speak aloud to Prim or Finnick and imagine what they would say back. Other times she just enjoyed the silence.

Peeta, too, ventured to the hill a few times by himself. He had tried on several occasions to paint the landscape, and while he was able to perfect the morning glow and mid-afternoon sun, he couldn't capture the colors of nightfall that he most desired to paint.

Despite the significance that the holy ground held for each of them individually, neither one could deny that they preferred to visit the hill together. Katniss had been unofficially living with Peeta for weeks now, and they even shared a bed most nights, but there was a different breed of intimacy that came with being in the woods, nestled in their own little corner of the universe. 

"Fine," Peeta sighed contentedly, breaking the silence again. "We can stay as long as you'd like." With that, he leaned toward the picnic basket they had brought and reached in, shoving aside the empty containers that once held a selection of berries, cheeses, and breads to reveal a neatly folded fleece blanket he had stashed in the bottom. "I came prepared," he announced with a sense of pride.

Katniss briefly pulled her gaze from the view for the first time since the sun had begun its descent to offer Peeta a small smile of gratitude. The gesture warmed his heart with the blaze of ten thousand sunsets.

Taking care to wrap the soft cover around their legs, Peeta pulled the fabric up to their chests and then eased his back to the ground until he was laying horizontal on the hill. Katniss followed suit so they were both engulfed by the blanket.

Their new angle only served to better showcase the colors stretching endlessly above them. One hue in particular transported Katniss back to a seemingly ancient memory of the two of them.

"Orange. Muted... like a sunset." Katniss didn't break her eye contact with the sky but smirked to herself as she spoke.

Peeta nudged her shoulder playfully in response, easily picking up on what she was referring to. Their conversation on the train about favorite colors was one of the first to come back to him after he had been rescued from the Capitol. Shifting slightly toward Katniss, he reached out and twisted his finger gently around a stray strand of hair that had escaped from her braid. "You're so poetic when you quote me," he mused sarcastically.

"Well, your choice of favorite color is much more poetic than Effie’s choice of wig," she quipped. It was ironic how some of her and Peeta's best conversations had happened in the midst of some of the worst times of their lives. And yet, there they were: safe and relatively happy, just two kids trying to piece themselves back together with some pastel paints, cheese buns, and hidden hills. It may not have been anything profound, but it was living, and Katniss figured that, for time being, that would be enough.

She inhaled deeply, trying to absorb the moment. They had reached the peak of the sunset when every particle in the air seemed to glisten from the giant star's final attempt to remain on the topside of the world. There was only one word to describe it.

"Everything is golden."

And, for an instant, it was.

But as the sun succumbed to the pull of dusk, the raging reds and oranges that had scorched the sky swiftly turned to delicate pinks and purples, paving the way for the black of night.

It was then that Katniss realized Peeta had been uncharacteristically quiet, his sunset commentary usually being much more prolific than hers. When she turned her head to the left to face him, she found he was already staring back at her, still toying with her hair. His deep blue eyes twinkled like he knew a secret and was about to let her in on it.

When they first met, that kind of look from Peeta overwhelmed her. Sometimes Katniss would catch him staring at her like she carried the world in her hands, or spun threads of gold with her words. It puzzled her, annoyed her, and at times even enraged her. But after his hijacking, it had been so rare for that young, innocent Peeta to reappear and give her that look which spelled out his love for her so plainly on his face, and she had grown to cherish it.

"I change my mind." For the third time that night, Peeta's voice sliced open the veil of silence that covered them. 

Katniss abruptly rose to a sitting position, an expression of confusion clouding her face as she leaned over Peeta's resting form. "What do you mean?"

"I change my mind," He repeated calmly, shrugging as if the answer to her question was obvious. "The sunset isn't my favorite shade of orange anymore."

Katniss bit her lip and furrowed her eyebrows, causing the wrinkles on her forehead to deepen. Peeta could tell she was trying to keep herself from challenging him, so he decided not to torture her any longer.

"You are my favorite shade of orange," he reached his hand up to caress her cheek, easing away the signs of worry that had risen on her face. "You, sitting here with the sun reflecting in your eyes, your skin glowing in the light." He lowered his voice to a whisper and retracted his hand, slowly guiding Katniss's head to rest on his chest so she could hear his heart beating. "The way you make me feel like I'm on fire inside, all the time."

Girl on fire. The words echoed in his mind and, although he did not dare speak them, he internally admitted they rang true. And it was in moments like those, as he held her under the night sky with millions of stars blazing above them, that he saw Katniss burn the brightest.

"Oh, shut up," she exhaled, turning away from him in an attempt to conceal the blush that had overtaken her smiling face, but Peeta didn't have to see it to know it was there. "You're so cheesy."

"Hey now," he feigned a hurt expression, "I thought you liked my cheese."

Katniss couldn't hide her outburst at his nonsense and they both fell into a fit of laughter together. They hadn't spoken much about what exactly their relationship status was at the moment, hesitant to put labels on anything, but he still wanted her to know how he felt about her. And while Katniss had never been proficient in using her words to convey her love, the way that she clung to Peeta, burying her head in his arm while gasping to regain her breath from laughing so hard, told him everything he needed to know.

"Come on, we should really head back before Haymitch gets worried." Peeta attempted once again to persuade Katniss to return home after they had both calmed down. His stomach was beginning to growl - the small rations of their picnic earlier weren't nearly enough to tide over his appetite until morning - and now that the sun had set, he'd much rather snuggle up with Katniss on their couch than on the cold, hard ground. And besides, while he didn't really think their mentor would be waiting up for them, he figured the argument might be enough to persuade her.

"Seeing as it's past 3 p.m., I think it's safe to say that Haymitch is passed out on his couch," Katniss countered, but her actions said otherwise as she began to gather herself up off the ground. Peeta knew she had a soft spot for the old man.

It took them a little over half an hour to walk home, leisurely following the path that their own footprints had created over time. Upon entering the house, Peeta made a beeline to the kitchen to heat up some leftover stew from the night before. While he ate, Katniss headed to Haymitch's house, opening the unlocked door to find him asleep in his living room as she had predicted. She pried the half-empty bottle from the arm that hung off the couch and set it on a nearby table before turning the lights out and closing his front door behind her.

She had recently made a habit of checking in on her friend, especially during the weeks when Effie travelled back to the Capitol for work. She knew he had done the same for her countless times. Haymitch never seemed to question why he would sometimes wake up with a blanket draped over him or a pillow propped beneath his head, and Katniss didn't plan on bringing it up. Like most things between the two of them, it went unsaid.

Later that evening, tucked under the covers of Peeta's bed - their bed - Katniss felt more at ease than she did most nights. Maybe it was the serenity of the particularly striking sunset, or maybe it was Peeta's roundabout confession of the feelings he still had for her. Either way, she was pleasantly content. 

On the other side of the mattress, as Peeta danced on the cusp of sleep, his mind dragged him back to something Katniss had said on the hill. Everything is golden. He knew what she meant; that the landscape had been blanketed by the radiance of the sunset. But he felt it was true in another sense, and that maybe this new phrase was an even more appropriate way to describe the true essence of Katniss Everdeen.

Before drifting off herself, Katniss heard Peeta mumble one last line of admiration, causing her to fall asleep with a smile ingrained on her lips.

"You're always golden to me."

[wri0thesley]

Are the requests truly open? ;u; does that mean I may request more neko content, possibly with la squadra? I know the brainrot on here is real for Prosciutto and Risotto but I'm weak for Illuso and Formaggio and I'd die a happy kitten if you could write about them being alone at hq for the weekend to care for the neko which turns into a contest: whose food does neko like more, whose bed does the kitty build their blanket nest in... who breeds them better? I hope this isn't too much/ too weird!

not sfw, afab reader, petplay/kitty hybrid reader! 

The hideout isn’t often as quiet as it is this weekend. Though La Squadra are often needed on various jobs, they tend to be a little more sporadic than this; it’s unusual for there to be more than three or four assassins out on a mission at any one time. It’s even more unusual for seven of them to be out on missions that are expected to last at least the weekend - but that’s what’s happened, in order for Illuso and Formaggio to be the only two left to take care of you. 

As a whole, you’re well-behaved - you’re good-natured, sweet, nice to look at. All of the assassins are very fond of you, and competitions to see who you are going to give your affections to are regular and can get exceedingly competitive. They all see your smiles, and are pleased by your soft words, feel special when they’re chosen to be the one whomst you sit by in an evening and allow to pet your ears as you relax into the touches. 

There’s definitely an aura of foreboding about Formaggio and Illuso being left to care for you. Usually, it’s Prosciutto who takes care of your food (he’s the best cook in La Squadra, after all), and Melone who makes sure your environment is suitable (being the most interested in your biology). Risotto tends to have a lot of time spent with him by dint of him being peaceful and leaving you to your business. 

Formaggio, they think, will not take it seriously enough. And Illuso - well, all of La Squadra are guilty of looking at you and imagining what it would be like to have you folded in half beneath them, your tail curled around your ankle, your ears twitching as you purr and pant in equal measure. Illuso has a tendency to whisper things closely to people, to get in personal space, to make one feel as though they’re the most fascinating person in the world - perhaps, then, they’re worried that if left on your own with Illuso, he’ll get the spoils of war they’ve all been hoping for. 

Illuso and Formaggio are used to working together; they’re the natural leftover pairing against Sorbet-and-Gelato, Prosciutto-and-Pesci, and Melone-and-Ghiaccio. But they do have a rivalry that’s kept up with barks of laughter and accusations of one being far cooler, more powerful and all-around better than the other. It’s not surprising, then, that the two of them concoct a plan to see which one of them does a better job taking care of you - with the caveat that if one of them gets to breed you, they’re the automatic winner. 

They’re stoked in their resolve by how happy you are to see them - the purr of their names, the way you follow close by them, the happy swish of your tail and ears. Neither of them can resist petting you and telling you how cute you are (though Formaggio is rather more affectionate about the whole thing). They explain their plan to you - after all, who better to judge than the person that it’s all happening for?

They omit one important part of the plan. When you tip your head to the side and pout and ask;

“But how will we know when it’s the end? How will we know who wins overall?”

Formaggio ruffles your hair and grins at you.

“Ahh, gattina,” he says to you. “We’ll know, believe me!”

So they do. They start with your food. Illuso is a surprisingly good cook, it turns out - Formaggio doesn’t really know what to do in the kitchen, and he attempts to order in. The pizza that he presents you with is too greasy with not enough meat - Illuso one hundred percent wins the feeding round, and you tuck yourself up next to him on the couch to watch a movie whilst Formaggio stews angrily on the other side of the room. 

Next is the brushing. Everybody knows you like to be preened and cared over; there are a hundred different products in the bathroom to make sure your fur stays soft and shiny, and to keep your hair looking its best. When you’re sat between Formaggio’s legs and waiting to be pampered, you feel his fingers give a little tug to your ear and you know that this is going to be an uncomfortable experience. You can barely stop yourself yowling in frustration as he tugs on another knot, and uses the wrong brush, and brushes you all the wrong way--

You’re relieved when Illuso sighs and pushes him away and puts all of those things to rights. Two points for Illuso, then. it seems as though poor Formaggio is doing a very bad job of this competition. 

The final competition for the night is who you’d rather sleep with. Illuso has fancy satin and silk sheets and pillows on his bed - he doesn’t think there’s going to be a competition, honestly. His room is quiet and peaceful and smells good. He’s very smug about it as he asks you if you want to come to bed, reassuring you that if you want someone to be around whilst you’re sleeping - as you do, you can’t help it! - there’s plenty of room on his bed.

Formaggio, though, insists you come and have a look at the space he’s made for you first. You humour him, not really expecting it to be any good - you stay away from Formaggio’s room at the best of times - only to find a carefully constructed nest on his bed, made entirely of clothes of various La Squadra members and your own favourite blankets.

(”Prosciutto is going to be so mad about that Prada suit,” Illuso murmurs from the corner of his mouth, as he frustratedly watches you pounce on the nest and begin to roll around, getting comfortable. “I’m going to tell him.”)

(”Whatever,” Formaggio grins, unable to stop himself watching the way your ass wiggles as you get comfortable. “You’re just jealous I won one.”)

And he did. Not that he planned much further than that - by the time he gets into bed himself, he’s horribly aware that he’s given you too much leeway. You’re comfortably curled up already, and he’s trying to get all of his body under the duvet. It’s three in the morning before he manages to let his eyes fall shut--

And then, there’s a heavy weight on top of his chest and a hand swatting his cheek gently. He wakes up, groaning, to see that you’re sat on him with your eyes big and glowing in the moonlight.

“Maggie,” you tell him, all whining and pouting and purring (and he can’t deny that something about the pout and the way you stretch out the pet name sends a ricochet of heat right to his cock), “wanna play.”

Who is he to deny you that? 

It’s you who’s surprisingly physical with him - pouncing across at him, your hands scrabbling over his chest, your face rubbing against his. You keep purring and rumbling chest deep, your body warm and needy. Formaggio doesn’t know what’s going on until you grab his hand and push it against your chest, almost hissing in frustration--

And then he recalls something, in the very recesses of his mind, Melone said once. About how your species is supposed to get very physical in heat. About how they’re more likely to seek out scents of people they care about when one is approaching. About how they’ll often approach the first person they see when waking up for some relief--

“Oh, gattina mia,” he murmurs. “You could have just said--”

Illuso finds him with his cock hilted all the way inside you, your hands flexing on Prosciutto’s expensive Prada suit as all of the other various clothes beneath you are rendered filthy by the slick that’s dripping out of you with every hungry pump of Formaggio’s cock. You’re mewling and whimpering out his name, your keening echoing through the house - nobody ever said you’d be quiet when you were in heat. Illuso stands at the doorframe for a minute, his face stony.

Formaggio sees him and laugh-gasps out a greeting;

“Lulu! Looks like . . . I won, huh?” In between thrusts, you’re practically purring, your eyes rolling back into your head. You look sweaty and fucked out, blissfully pleased to be in the position you’re in - but when you see Illuso, you whimper out;

“W-wanna play, too?” You look at him with your eyes all big and needy, and Illuso sighs as he begins to shrug off his clothes, though his cock is stirring rapidly and hungrily as he watches Formaggio’s cock drive in and out of your body. Catching Formaggio’s eye, Illuso grins;

“Well. It’s not a competition unless we both try, is it? Our piccolo micio will tell us who wins, won’t you?”

As Illuso’s fingers graze your face and you lean into the touch, you agree without so much as blinking. They might need to have a couple of rounds. 

You know. To help you choose.

[taking-over-his-life]

A night of tricks cost me a fortune - literally

It was a warm night in new York, the streets were deserted as I sat in the back of my limousine, the light from the street lights beamed in through the one way glass, making patterns on the black leather seats, and creating beams of light as they hit the diamonds on my cuff links and the gold on my watch.

I was being driven around the lower class backstreets, looking for some hot young cock. I had come straight from my 5th avenue office, where I was the president of a major company, so I was still in my tailored blue suit, silk shirt and tie.

I pulled at my diamond cufflinks as I looked out of the window, for a particular hustler.

His name was Joel, a  muscled, but dumb young fucker about 22yrs, always wore tight leather chaps over his gorgeous ass and a huge package.

I had fucked this guy before but tonight I wanted to breed him so badly.

Leroy was my driver a huge handsome gay black man. He didn't worry about my special needs, as he understood them. It was Leroy who had found Joel for me a few months ago, ensuring

that the kid had everything I wanted.

Leroy was such a hot guy I have always wanted to get into his pants, but I ensured our relationship was kept strictly employer and servant. I knew he felt the same about me and at times the electricity was so powerful, but I always resisted and put him back in his place.

I wont say what I would have liked to do with him, but boy it would be really dirty.

We drove down a deserted backstreet, by now it was raining and the light hit the puddles of water on the ground. Suddenly Leroy started to slow down and I saw a figure in a doorway, it was Joel.

AS the light hit him his muscled legs stood out in his leather chaps , and the light hit his shaved head , he walked over to the limousine and Leroy got out and chatted with him, handing him a wad of notes, they chatted for two or three minutes, I saw Leroy grabbing his crotch and then kissing him before he opened the passenger door.

In he came , he was a vision of a young dumb horny and hot prostitute. Dressed in worn leather chaps, boots shirt and jacket. His head was shaved, with tattoos on the left side of his skull of a butterfly, he had rings on every finger and two gold chains around his neck which I had bought him.

As he got in the bulge in my tailored suit pants began to expand, 'Hi Joel' I said, 'evening Mr Strang" he replied, 'do you want my place again he said. "Yes Joel I do, lets spend a few hours doing what we do best"

I never took him to my home or any of my apartments, I didn't want anyone to know about my extra curricular activities, plus I loved the idea of going to his housing project home, cheap home cheap or second hand furniture, it gave me a real buzz, as my life was sheer luxury.

He got down in front of me and pushed my legs apart as he gently unzipped my pants and started to feel my package through my silk boxers.

He started to chew through the silk at my dick. As I moaned with pleasure. He knew I mustn't cum until I was inside of him and that would only happen in his bed.

It wasn't too long before we reached the housing project.

There were a number of black kids outside his block. They knew the score, but were only sorry it wasn't them.

Leroy paid them to look after the limo, and he put my thick leather coat on my shoulders, as Joel led the way to the sixth floor.

The lift wasn't working so we walked up the stairs, lined with rubbish and stinking of piss. This place was one hell of a slum. But I liked the idea of slumming it, it was so different from what I knew, the smell so horny rather than the cleanliness of my home which was spotlessly taken care of by my two servants and the immaculate lawns. My body smelt of the expensive washes and colognes, so this for me was so erotic. I knew the price of my coat alone could buy one of these places.

We went into his apartment a one bedroom hovel. He was not a tidy kid, but that's what I liked about him.

Le Roy took my coat and sat to watch TV as me and Joel disappeared into his bedroom. The bed was unmade and u could see where his body had been, I leant down and smelled it, so manly so horny, he watched and smiled.

I walked up to him and we embraced, our tongues in each others mouths tasting each other pulling in each others breath. My hands ran to his perfectly shaped ass cheeks as he started to undo my belt and work on my zip

I was rock hard by now seeping precum into my expensive silk boxers, his budge was it normal huge size accentuated by the chaps.

I took off my dark blue pinstriped jacket and put it on a chair, he looked up at me and smiled ‘you smell so good sir’ he said, ‘thanks boi’ I said, he took off his leather jacket and dropped it on the floor, then the leather shirt.

His body stunk of BO, and that drove me crazy, I got down and started to lick at his left arm pit enjoy the smell of a real man.

As I was doing this he pulled off my tie, and shirt followed by my vest so I was bare cheated like him

'what have u got for me Joel ' I said, and he pulled out some spliffs. 'light up boi' I said, we sat on his bed as he lit up the spliffs in the slightly lit room, his face so young so hard so horny, as I watched every move.

The light hitting the rings in his ears, three on each ear and the ring in his nose, he had two in his left eyebrow, not to mention the two I had bought him for his tits.

I reached over and rubbed my hands on the tats on his arms and chest, enjoying his young muscular body.

The match went out and he took a couple of drags and handed the spliff too me. He only bought the best Leroy saw to that, and boy did it have a kick. We kissed and exchanged the smoke as we rebreathed.

The sound of the police sirens and gangs shouting in the streets added to my excitement, it wasn't long before I pushed him on the bed and was removing his boots, pulling gently as the came away from his heels.

I had to smell my boi so I placed them to my face pulling in the smell of the leather and his foot sweat, which made me stand even harder.

He was desperate to unloosen his chaps and jeans so I could gain entry and so gently I pulled them off to reveal the goods I had paid for. His cock was huge and erect the ring through the centre stood up straight as if at attention for its master, his metal cock ring embraced his balls, and helped them gently fall towards the bed

Within seconds my face was in his crotch, smelling the sweat and man smell of his dick and balls, no cologne just pure male, I rubbed my face in it, to ensure his smell was on every part of my face. I held out my hand and he passed me the spliff, I took two deep breaths and handed it back, my head was light I was spinning and in ecstasy as I put his huge member in my mouth enjoying this young boys taste and feel.

He wrapped his muscular legs around my neck to hold me there

I reached for his tits until his dick started to seep, I loved his young manly taste. . I indicated enough and he released me.

I undid the belt of my suit trousers and let them fall to the ground. Looking into his black eyes as huge smile, wanting so much to breed with my tattooed pierced slut boi.

I kick off my shoes and got in-between his legs putting his ankles on my shoulders, ‘you want me boi’?’ yes sir, every bit of you’

I pushed the head of my dick against his man hole and gently began to push

I has so much pre cum it lubed my entry and then gently I moved in, he knew what to do pulling at my tits as I went deeper and deeper into that filthy prostitutes body ramming my manliness into his guts, the sweat was pouring the smell riveting I started to pound him

Stopping only to drag on the spliff.

I didn't hear but Leroy but he had entered the room and was watching it was only when Joel smiled at him that I saw him, he came over,’ no Leroy, you the rules stand back’

Leroy was angry but moved away muttering something like ‘I will fuck you sometime’

I continued to push into Joel, as Leroy watched with his package getting bigger, Joel was ripping at my tits, and I was so high on the spliff, suddenly my balls started to pull and I shot a huge load several wads deep into my boi, god his face was in ecstasy as his cum shot past him hitting the window and gently running down the glass, I collapsed on him, my sweat mingling with his and started to kiss him deeply holding him in my arms as he pressed himself against me, we just started at each other smiling.

Suddenly there was a snide look on his face, something I hadn't seen before.

‘My turn’ he said, I looked quizzically at him, ‘what’?, ‘my turn to fuck you’ he said smiling, ‘dont be stupid Joel’ I said, and called for Leroy, Leroy came over and grabbed hold of Joel but not in the way I expected, he started to kiss him .

They both looked down at me on the bed smiling, Leroy spoke up in his deep black voice, ‘you heard him, he wants to fuck you boi’ he said 

I started to stand up, but he pushed me back down holding a menacing fist to me, ‘what the hell Leroy, don&#146; be so fucking stupid, ill have you inside if you don't do as I say’

He started to laugh, ‘who do you think you are. Its only your money and possessions that define you, if someone else was in there they would be a better person than you, you fucking snob’ , with that he slapped me hard on the face, I winched, ‘don't be fucking stupid’ I shouted, ‘how much do you want?

Joel came over to me and caressed my face with his hand, ‘your a handsome fucker, I want it all’ ‘all’ I said  ‘yes everything’ he said, ‘once my cum is in your hole our DNA will mingle and you will be one low male prostitute, you like it here and u like me, so you can really enjoy it, I'm off to the Hamptons’ with that he slapped me

‘What! ’I screamed, with that Leroy pushed me down on the bed and gagged me, I struggled but he was too strong, the drugs were also affected my ability.

He tied my hands to the bedstead and within seconds Joel was in-between my legs, ‘I want to taste him first’, said Joel to Leroy, ‘Ok baby’ he said. and with that he pulled my ankles over my head so my ass was easily accessed, I tried to scream but couldn't.

Joel got down and started to lick at my ass, the feeling was unbelievable his warm tongue deep inside me,

He looked up at me, ‘you look terrified, don’t worry, you taste so damn good, but that taste will soon be mine’

He aimed his huge erect cock at me with its piercing, ‘you always liked this soon it will be yours’ Joel said. Suddenly I felt may arse being defiled, id never been fucked before and I screamed through the gag and tried to get free, I was too drugged and weak, inch by inch he delved into me pushing deeper and deeper, it was painful, but felt damn good.

Suddenly Leroy appeared, he had stripped, and stood over my head, he took off the gag and sat on my face, that huge black ass, down on my face his smell over my nose and mouth he was suffocating me. I was struggling as I was being defiled at one end and suffocated with man smell at the other,

I was as hard as steel and excited, then it happened, Joel shot into me I could feel his dna entering my guts and swirling around my body.

My own cum shot all over Leroy, as he got off me.

Joel pulled out of me and kissed Leroy, ‘it will be ours soon baby’ he said, to Joel  ‘yeah and this fucker will get his just deserts, shames its so good a body your giving him’

Joel started to pull out all his piercing and put them on the table and his rings, ‘mustn't have anything on baby when the change happens these are his now’  he said, he then lay down next to me.

He leaned over and started to kiss me with his tongue going deep into my throat, his arms went around me and he wrapped his legs into mine, I enjoyed it and responded, as we kissed he seemed to be sucking me out from the inside my memories intelligence everything.

Suddenly I started to shake and see lights in my eyes I couldn't move.

Memories started to appear in my head, memories of a deprived childhood in the ghetto drunken mother and criminal father, somehow it was as if they were my family.

I was an intelligent guy but it was as if holes were appearing in my brain and the light was getting out, my mind was slowing down a pace and I couldn't calculate or think in the same way, memories of sleeping in the park, being raped it was all me I was that person.

My body was being pulled somehow on the sheets in fact it was reducing in size, I could feel my ass getting tighter, and numerous changes in my muscles and face.

My knowledge as a city broker disappeared although I knew who I was, even my vocabulary was reduced, I felt so dumb so stupid, not in control.

I could hear Leroy from elsewhere in the room shouting ‘its unbelievable were going to be filthy rich’

I was in terror at what was happening, what were they doing to me, and what were they going to do with me, I started to shout, ‘help me, help me’ but it wasn't my voice it was Joel's.

The pain lasted for about twenty minutes, and when I woke up from it, I was soaked in sweat,

I looked around the room and saw Leroy smiling, and lying next to me it was, ME, I screamed and stood up, but it wasn't my body I was younger and covered in tattoos.

Leroy grabbed me tightly from behind holding my arms, and walked me to a mirror, ‘NOOOO’I screamed out ‘NOOO it cant be real. I was Joel the short male prostitute, ‘help me Leroy help me!’ I screamed.

‘Hey babe what do you want me to do to you?’ said Leroy, ‘Leroy its me Mr Strang, your employer’, ‘No man, your Joel a prostitute, a fuck boi’, he laughed and released me.

I looked over and Leroy was kissing my body and it was responding, ‘damn I'm a rich man now, my mind feels so alive’, and he kissed Leroy.

he took some piercing from the table, ‘Joel these are yours now’ he smiled I tried to run but Leroy grabbed me pushing me to the floor, ‘now come on slut’ he said, ‘do as your master says’ ‘Ill give you an extra $50 for this’ he started laughing as Leroy held me down.

He got on tip of me and put the piercing in my ears and then my nose, he moved to my tits which just started my dick rising, and then my dick. ‘all in place’ he said to Leroy, Doesn't he look the part.

I looked at them in tears, ‘but why?’ Leroy looked at me ‘youre a mean fucking bastard Strang, you never cared about any one, now ill get to fuck your ass your useless piece of trash’

‘No,’ I cried .

The old Joel, now me, started putting on my vest and silk boxers, followed by my well pressed silk shirt and tie. He adjusted my diamond cufflinks, and then pulled up my suit pants over his ass and belted himself in. He picked up my socks and put them on sliding into my shoes.

He smiled as he did it, with Leroy watching and getting more aroused.

‘there my clothes’ I shouted, both of them laughed at me and threw Joels jeans and chaps at me, ‘’dress slut’, he said in my body and voice

I pulled the worn 501s up over my ass they felt good as the caressed my balls and dick, then the used dirty leather chaps, they fit me to perfection.

‘Woof’ he said, ‘you'll get some business tonight with that’ as he sneered&#146;

‘Hey Leroy’ he said ‘try out my slut boi, and give him 100 dollars extra, no, he’s given me a lot, millions in fact, tonight $150 should do’

I knew he has control of my millions and there was nothing I could do, Leroy grabbed me and in seconds he was inside me fucking me raw, whispering in my ear as he rammed it home, strangely I enjoyed it, the body was used to this treatment.

I felt I should love Leroy but it was apparent that wasn't the case. Joel was the one he wanted not his body and that is all I was to him.

He stood in front of Leroy and pulled out what was my dick, Leroy sucked it, he had always wanted his bosses attention.

Leroy enjoyed sucking all the pre cum he was in his element. My body suddenly said, ‘interesting memories here Leroy, this body always fancied you, perhaps if he had acted on it he wouldn't be me now, eh Joel’ he said laughing at me.

‘Its time Leroy’ the thief who stole my body said. I was terrified. leroy put my leather coat on his shoulders, ‘get him dressed, his rings are there he said pointing to the table., Leroy got hold of me and made me wear the leather shirt and the jacket

He took my hand and forced 10 rings on them, ‘perfect’ he said, he got hold of my head, I was crying ‘ ah shucks,’ he kissed me,’ ‘heres your keys, lock your place up ’he said ‘and come with us’. I locked the door of the apartment and followed them down the filthy litter ridden stairs to the limo, he got in, then me. Leroy paid the guys for looking after the limo and we were off,

We stopping in the alleyway where I had picked Joel up, he looked at me ‘out boi, go earn some money’ I was terrified, I touched his hand, he slapped me hard his gold ring cut my face, ‘never touch me, my pants are worth more than your life , now get out'

Leroy opened the door and let me out, ‘enjoy’ he said, ‘I will’, they drove off in my limo with my body and my life, I looked down at myself I was a male prostitute with little chance of doing anything else.

A car came by, I got in my life of tricks had begun.

[wolfs-hunt1]

Love in the form of four paws

Pairing: Bucky x reader

Word count: 1551

Warnings: fluff, angst?, mentions of depression and some past traumas. sorry for any typo

A/N: Drunk drabbles for @the-ss-horniest-book-club​ After so long of not writing anything (uni is chaotic at the moment) here’s something that starts out sad but will hopefully warm up your heart.

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After everything that has happened, Bucky felt lonely despite being surrounded by his teammates. He was never the same after Hydra, and no amount of therapy was helping him feel like he fit in.

He could feel Steve was trying his best to bring his best friend back, but that Bucky was gone, killed during the war, all that was left was the shadow of the man he was. And that scared him more than he would like to admit it. He started skipping morning practices with Sam and Steve and before he knew it, he wasn't even showing up for sparing with Natash anymore.

Slowly he isolated more and more from the others and eventually even moved out of the compound, getting a small apartment in Brooklyn to try and reconnect to his long lost self. He started putting up a bit of weight, but admittedly, it made him feel like he was finally moving on, like he didn't have to be constantly fit and ready for a fight. He liked this new him.

But his apartment still felt too big and lonely. He wanted company, despite having run away from it, he wanted comfort only another soul could give him. So he made up his mind and search for a shelter around his area that he could go to. He found one only half an hour drive away, so without thinking more of it, he picked up his keys and made his way to the elevator descending the five floors to the underground parking lot and getting into his car.

The drive was mostly spent thinking about what type of dog he thought would be best for him. A bigger dog would be preferable because he was too scared that if he was too small he would step on him, and the less fur he had the better, because he wanted to be able to pet him, and whit his metal hand his fur could get stuck in it.

Once he parked outside of the animal shelter he had a pretty nice idea of what type of dog he wanted, and so he walked inside with confidence and waited at the front desk for someone to show up. The shelter had a pet store in the front, and the animals for adoption in the back, so it was easier to pick out all the items the dog would need after he found the perfect dog.

He could hear sound approaching from behind the door, and he saw a little girl leaving with a small dog followed by her mother and a girl with a grey shirt with the shelter logo embroidered on it. She looked at Bucky and smiled, telling him she would be right with him in a moment. He only nodded and waited patiently for her to return.

"Hi! My name is (Y/N), how can I help you today?" she says cheerily once she returns to the desk, shuffling around some papers and storing them inside a folder.

"I'm looking to get a dog, if it was a larger breed and with no fur, it would be…." Bucky gets interrupted by her light giggle, and suddenly feels himself relax his tense shoulders and smiling softly at her. He took her in, her bright eyes and soft-looking hair up in a messy bun, paired with her rosy cheeks and a bright smile.

"Everyone usually walks in with the same idea. They want a specific pet, but what they don't know is that that's not how it works. The animals here choose their owners. Not the other way around." She grabs some keys on her desk and walks closer to the door she had come from before. "Come along, I'll show you our beauties. And then we can select some for you to spend some time with to bond and see how they react around you."

Bucky nods and follows suit. "Sounds good." he says. The first room she unlocks leads to a big room filled with cages with cats of all breeds. They all started mewing and preening up at Bucky, wanting to catch his attention.

"The dog's pen is right ahead…" she stops talking when she sees Bucky looking at some of the smaller kittens, that are playing around with their brothers. There's a smaller cat with them, that was just to the side of the cage, not movie too much.

"What's wrong with the little guy?" he asks, getting closer to the cage and slowly raising his palm to the door.

"He was the only survivor of his litter, even him mom passed away, and so he wasn't alone we put him with the others kittens, he's having a hard time adjusting though, so he's always alone in that corner." She puts a hand on his shoulder and smiles up at him once more while looking at the small kitten. "I can take him out for you, if you want? To see how he reacts to being picked up."

Bucky's forlorn look vanishes and he looks at her expectantly while nodding, stepping away from the cage while she unlocks it so that Bucky could have access to all the small kittens. She stays silent for a while, just looking at the way he's being gentle with them all and pats his arm to catch his attention.

"You seem quite smitten with these kittens, and I might have someone that will be happy to see you and have some company for his final moments. Why don't you stay here while I go pick him up?" Bucky nods and turns his attention back to the small balls of fur currently climbing his henley shirt and nestling up to his arms and neck.

She returns with a bigger cat, fur white with small grey patches. Once they're both close enough Bucky can take a better look at the cat in her arms, and notice the missing leg and left ear.

"This is Pirate. He came to the shelter really beaten up, lost his ear and his leg, and because of that, no one wants him. This is his last week here, and I want him to be happy. He's a big cuddle bug and loves to be petted, but I can't give him attention all day, unfortunately." (Y/N) moves closer to Bucky and gently motions for him to pick up the white cat, which he does gladly, while the furry thing starts to lick up his palm and purring low on his belly.

"He's so calm and friendly, why wouldn't anyone take him home?" Bucky's frown fades once the white cat lays on his arms, and the kitten snuggles with them, their size contrast warming up Bucky's heart.

"Some people prefer the cute pups or kittens, and end up leaving the older animals here to be forgotten. But all they want is just to be loved, and a few treats." she says with a giggle.

Bucky is silent for a few moments looking at the two so different cats on his arms, but yet so equal. All they want is a loving home and a place to belong. Just like him. They were all looking for the same thing, and together they could have it.

"I never thought myself to be a cat guy, but they are quickly warming up to me." The small kitten started mewling and trying to climb higher, reaching up to Buckys stubbled cheek and scratching it's tinny head on him, all while he tried to stay still so as not to make the little one fall from his shoulder. "And I guess I'm also warming up to these guys."

"I'll make all the arrangements then!"

Half an hour later, with a lot of cat items in the trunk of his car and the two furry creatures nestled together in a carrier Bucky was ready to sign the adoption papers and get home with his new companions.

"This is all the papers you will need, along with the notes for the checkups and any medical need they might have, you can directly come to us and we'll help."

Bucky looks fondly back at his car, seeing the two cats curled up together, the two cats that I heartbeat took over his own heart and made him want to take them home without a second guess.

"I'm going to be honest, I'm gonna miss Pirate a lot. But I'm extremely grateful that he's going home with such a nice person. Thank you for saving him. Both of them."

"You know, you can still see him... we could go for a coffee one of these days?" Bucky's voice is low, almost as if he was too shy to even ask her out, but the slow smile spreading on her face let him know that she had heard it.

"I would like that a lot." she scribbles something on a post-it and hands it to him, her phone number. "Give me a call?" He nods enthusiastically and the rest of his ride home he can't help but smile at the decision he had made that morning of driving to the animal shelter. Not only he got two new adorable cats, he had also met someone that made him want to get back out and give love another chance.